A Gentle Squeeze

The room rested in quiet evening light. Beneath me, the white fleece felt soothingly warm and soft against my paws. I realized I could tilt my head and feel the air around me. Carefully, I tightened my grip, pulling the little patterned fish a little closer against my chest. Its familiar shape fit snugly in my hold. Satisfied and warm, I settled deeper into the plush cushion, watching the quiet room in peace.