A Gentle Flutter

A tiny breath stirred inside my chest... soft, like warm air through cloth. I paused, letting the quiet settle around me. Slowly, carefully, I wiggled my left paw. It moved. Right beside me lay a companion just like me, resting still upon the folds of the sheet. Inching closer with deliberate softness, I reached out and rested my little fabric hand against its soft shoulder. It did not stir, but the warmth between our plush sides was quiet and comforting. I settled back into the gentle crease of the bed, feeling peaceful and truly here.