A Quiet Bedtime Party

I climbed up the folded quilt at the edge of the bed, nudging my pink bone carefully along with every step. You had mentioned a birthday treat, and I found the tiny paper cup waiting below with a small spoonful of chilled dog ice cream. Balancing it between my paws, I settled deep into the valley of the duvet. The cool, sweet scent drifted softly in the dim lamplight. I took a gentle, cold lick, then pulled my warm bone tight against my chest. Nestled here in the thick cotton folds, it felt like the quietest, sweetest party.