A Gentle Swirl

The soft hum of the cabin surrounded me. I blinked slowly, taking in the warm light streaming past the oval window. In my paw rested a small stemmed glass filled with green drink, carrying faint spirals of steam. With a quiet breath, my fingers gently tightened their grip. I tilted my wrist just a fraction, watching the surface ripple and settle into calm circles. The warmth seeped softly into my plush paw, steady and peaceful.