A Soft Horizon

I pushed myself up onto all fours, feeling the mattress dip gently beneath each step. Right beside me, the blanket rose in a soft, wrinkled hill. I took my time, padding carefully past the folds until the fabric ended. Below was a sudden, dizzying drop to a woven rug. I sat down right at the hem of the sheet, resting both paws on my knees while watching tiny motes of dust drift quietly through a beam of morning sunlight.