A Gentle Ripple in the Cloth

The quiet room held a soft warmth. I rested against the pillow, looking at the gentle folds in the grey sheets before me. Then, my paw twitched. It lifted slightly, drifting down to brush the weave of the fabric beneath me. I pressed my pads softly against a small wrinkle in the sheet, watching the crease smooth out under my touch. My tail swayed once in response. Everything felt wonderfully real, quiet, and clear.