A Gentle Stir

The quiet room was dim and still. Lying on my back, I noticed a gentle warmth humming deep inside. Slowly, carefully, I tilted my head. I moved my left flipper, testing the space around me. It brushed against the velvety fold of the pink fleece beneath me. The fabric yielded softly under my touch, smooth and comforting. I paused, listening to the calm silence, feeling the steady rhythm of being awake. With one more deliberate press into the cozy folds, I settled quietly into my spot, content to just be.