A Soft Greeting

The soft fleece beneath my feet felt warm and uneven. I blinked, sensing the gentle folds of fabric around me. Beside me was a small plush lion. Slowly, I shifted my weight forward onto my front feet and extended my little trunk until its soft tip gently tapped the lion's rounded nose. The plush did not move, but the soft resistance grounded me. I took a steady breath, planting my four legs firmly into the blanket.