A Gentle Lean

The room was quiet. A faint coolness drifted past my nose. I waited, breathing in the still night air, then slowly leaned forward. My soft belly shifted with a quiet rustle. With a small stretch, my plush arm brushed against the little penguin sitting right by my side. It felt firm, cozy, and steady. Everything is calm here. I settled back into the soft sled, ready to watch the night.