A Soft Fold

The quiet room felt warm. I tilted my head slowly, feeling my neck soften. Beneath my feet, the smooth fabric rippled in shades of turquoise and white like still water. I hesitated, then lifted one foot. A gentle press forward. My small claw pressed against a gentle fold in the sheet, nudging it into a tiny hill. It stayed. I rested my paws right there, watching the calm shadows gather.