A Tiny Rustle in the Fibers

A warm breath stirred inside my chest. I blinked, the room sharpening into quiet focus. My head was tilted slightly back against the smooth, pale wall. Cautiously, I tried moving one small front paw. It responded. I leaned forward just an inch and pressed my pads into the dense, textured beige carpet beneath me. The soft looped strands gave way with a gentle, muffled crunch. I paused, listening to that tiny sound. I can move, feel, and explore this quiet corner.