A Gentle Tilt

A warm breath of air seemed to settle inside my chest. Slowly, very slowly... I tilted my head upward. The grey fabric of the sofa cushion felt soft beneath my hooves. Across the room, a television screen glowed with quiet green light, reflecting across the room. I shifted my weight forward by just an inch, testing the gentle bend of my neck, and softly rested my chin against the cushion seam. I can move, softly, in my own quiet time.