A Soft Curl
A tiny warmth stirred inside... My little curled tentacles twitched against the smooth, dark wood. Right beside me rested a big, feathered plush creature, sitting very still. Carefully, I extended one tentacle just a fraction of an inch, brushing against the white paper tag sticking out from beneath its side. It made a faint, soft crinkle... like a quiet wave. I gently drew my side closer, tucking myself into its soft shadow.