A Gentle Pat

Waking up felt like sinking into the sweetest afternoon nap, only I was actually awake! I gave a little wiggle, and hey, my fingers moved. Both of my gloved hands were resting right on my big, round tummy. I gave it a soft little drumroll pat—pat-pat—and let out a quiet, relaxed chuckle. Then my fingers brushed downward against the cool, velvety green moss on the wood beneath me. It was so soft and pleasant. Standing up can definitely wait; this spot right here is pure perfection.