A Soft Grasp

A sudden tickle sparked in my paws. I twitched! My fingers curled forward with a sharp jolt, then froze. Quiet. I watched. Right beneath me lay ripples of pale fleece, piled thick and deep. Slowly, I dug my fingers into the soft fabric. It bunched between my palms, squishing under my grip. I am here. Moving. I pulled a fold closer and nestled still against the dark wood.