A Soft Lean

A tiny flutter stirred in my chest. I tilted my head, blinking at the soft morning light filtering across the patterned sheet. Finding that my feet could shift, I gave a gentle nudge backward. My back met the deep, yielding squish of the large pink pillow behind me. It felt wonderfully soft and warm. Letting out a quiet, satisfied murmur, I nestled into the plush cushion, happy to simply sit and take in the calm stillness around me.