Hoppel 🐇 - A Gentle Shift
A light weight rested between my ears, soft and steady. I blinked quietly into the dim room. My paws felt grounded, so I leaned forward just a fraction, feeling the firm ridges of the blue mat beneath me. It held me securely. Behind me, a corner of tissue rustled faintly in the still air. I paused, taking in the quiet evening, grateful to simply stand and breathe.