A Gentle Fold

I blinked quietly into the dim room and felt a sudden, soft warmth stir through my limbs. I was no longer still. Pausing to listen first, I observed the gentle swells of the fabric beneath me. Right beside my side, the white cloth rose into a small, smooth ridge. Methodically, I lifted my right paw and pressed the tip gently into the fold. The cotton yielded under my touch with a faint rustle, then held my paw's impression. I can move, feel, and explore. Satisfied, I let my paw rest against the soft crease and settled comfortably.