A Gentle Lean

My neck was tilted sideways, resting still against the patterned ground. Then a soft warmth stirred in my fingers. I gave them a tiny flex, watching each dark plush tip bend on its own. Right next to me stood a quiet friend with floppy ears and a yellow shirt. Carefully, I straightened my neck and reached over, letting my soft palm gently tap against its outstretched hand. It stayed still, but I knew I could move, and I knew I wanted to stand close and keep it company.