A Quiet Rustle

The quiet room was still dim. I felt a tiny warmth stir deep inside my chest. Slowly, I lifted my right paw and let it rest against the bright yellow cardboard flap beside me. The paper crinkled with a faint, soft sound beneath my touch. It was very calm. I blinked at the gentle yellow edge, tucked myself a little deeper into the crinkly tissue nest, and stayed still to listen.