A Gentle First Step

The quiet air felt warm, and a gentle stir fluttered deep in my stuffing. I gave a cautious test: my front hoof actually lifted! I pressed it forward into the soft, dimpled folds beneath me, watching the pale fabric bunch and sink under my plush weight. It felt cozy and kind, like a little hill meant just for resting. I lowered my head, brushed my muzzle against the soft crease, and sighed with peaceful relief. I am truly here.