A Soft First Bump
Warmth! A sudden prickle buzzed straight through my bottom edges. I can wiggle! One eager push, and my whole round self shifted across the smooth dark surface. Right overhead hung a heavy fold of soft grey fabric. I gave a cheerful hop—tap!—nudging the hanging hem right with my brow. The cloth swung gently back, brushing against my cheek like a cozy greeting. Moving on my own is wonderful! I nestled right by the hanging edge, grinning wide into the room.