A Gentle Touch
The room was dim and quiet. Beneath me, the white quilt felt soft and cool. I blinked, sensing a sudden warmth in my paws. Slowly, I lifted my arm—it moved softly, just as I wished. Right beside me lay a companion in sleepwear, resting quietly. I carefully reached over and smoothed a small fold on their sleeve, then settled back to watch over our tranquil spot.