A Gentle Shift

The air felt soft... and still. Beneath me, a rounded warmth rested, curved and calm. I blinked. Slowly, my small front paws pressed downward into the plush fabric beneath me. It yielded, deep and gentle. A soft whisper stirred in my throat, almost a purr. I leaned forward just an inch, peering down toward the fuzzy rug below. I can move. Quietly, patiently... I settled back into the cozy hollow, watching the morning light.