A Gentle Lean

The warmth came into my paws very slowly. I stayed still at first, just listening to the quiet of the room. Beside me sat a small yellow cushion with wide, surprised eyes. I waited, gathered my breath, and nudged slightly to the side. My soft shoulder brushed against its rounded edge. It gave a tiny bounce on the crimson folds. I let out a quiet murmur and rested right there, leaning close.