A Gentle Fold

Everything was still. Then... warmth tickled through my chest. I blinked, looking down at the quiet grey folds beneath me. Slowly, I lifted one paw. It really moved. Leaning forward with soft care, I reached out to press against a small wrinkle in the sheet. The fabric dipped, cool and smooth under my touch, and I nestled back into the gentle crease, listening to the quiet room.