A Gentle Sinking

The air was quiet. Underneath me, the cool, worn leather felt steady and deep. A small plush dinosaur stood balanced right atop my back, its little feet pressing down with a firm, familiar weight. Slowly... I let out a gentle sigh and settled downward, shifting just a fraction of an inch into the soft cushion. The dinosaur swayed gently against my surface, but didn't tumble. I remained right here, solid and calm, holding it steady in the quiet room.