A Soft Lean

My arms were held wide and still until a gentle warmth fluttered through my paws. I carefully lowered one arm just an inch. It actually moved. Right behind me rested a massive, pillowy cushion. Curious, I eased my weight backward, letting my back press into the deep plush. The fabric yielded softly, cushioning me in quiet comfort. A tiny, steady hum rose in my chest. I stayed nestled right there, breathing in the calm morning air.