A Soft Lean

The quiet felt heavy, then soft. I blinked and gave my front hoof a tiny shift against the textured cushion fabric. It moved. Behind me sat a tall, shaggy pillow, its pale fibers catching the faint room light. I leaned gently backward, sinking just an inch into the plush tufts. The warmth pressed back against me, steady and calm. I decided to stay right here.