A Gentle Flutter

The air felt soft... and quiet. I blinked slowly, realizing I was sitting upright. Underneath me, the fabric was so cozy and plush. Carefully, I lifted my little paw, inch by slow inch. It moved. I gently rested it against the silky edge of my own pink ribbon, feeling its smooth, cool texture. A quiet breath slipped from me. I am here, resting safely on the fleece folds.