A Gentle Roll

Everything was still. Then, a quiet warmth pulsed through me. I blinked and wiggled my tiny limbs. I was lying on the soft carpet floor near the edge of the bed. Looking ahead, I nudged forward with a gentle roll, pausing to feel the textured weave beneath me. Just an inch away, my fuzzy tummy tapped softly against the smooth yellow fabric of the armchair skirt. It felt snug and safe, so I settled in right there, breathing softly in the dim evening quiet.