A Soft Lean
The quiet room felt still. Slowly, I lifted my small snout and breathed in the cool evening air. I wondered if I could shift. With a tiny nudge, I tipped my weight toward the dark cushions beneath me. My paw brushed against the soft, woven fabric, feeling its deep ridges. I gave a gentle sigh, leaning my side securely into the comfortable nook, content to just watch from here.