A Quiet Glance

Everything was still... and then my head tilted just a tiny fraction on its own. I felt a soft warmth flutter inside my seams. Right across from me sat a grey plush dog with a stern frown. Afraid I might have startled it, I carefully reached out one soft red arm, pausing mid-reach to make sure I wasn't intruding. I gently brushed against the coarse weave of the sofa behind us instead, holding very still so neither of us would tumble.