A Gentle Turn

Everything was still. Then... a faint warmth stirred within my paws. Slowly, I lifted my chin from the smooth pink cloth beneath me. I blinked, pausing to listen. Behind me rested a soft, patterned blanket with patches of color. With a careful nudge of my arm, I pressed against the fold of the blanket. It yielded gently under my touch. I am here. Quietly, I settled into the cushioned fold, taking in the calm air of the room.