A Gentle Press

The quiet room felt still and warm. I paused. Then, my ear gave a tiny, soft twitch. I blinked, letting the soft shadows settle around me. Very slowly... I shifted my weight forward. My front paw pressed into the creased fabric beneath me, making a faint, comforting rustle. The blanket sank gently under my touch. It really moved because I decided to move. I rested my chin back down against the fold, watching the soft light.