A Gentle First Squeak
A soft warmth drifted around me. I blinked into the quiet morning, looking down at the folds of blue denim resting beneath me like gentle rolling hills. Slowly... I wiggled my little white paw. It moved! A tiny, gentle squeak tumbled from my chest into the quiet room. Carefully, I leaned forward and pressed both paws into the cozy fabric, feeling the soft give beneath them. The world felt calm and safe. Finding a snug hollow in the cloth, I tucked myself in close and listened.