A Soft Lean
The quiet room felt steady. Beneath me, soft cotton curved gently under my weight. I stayed still for a long moment, listening to the calm air. Then, I tipped my weight slightly forward. My front paw pressed down on a blue printed leaf on the coverlet. It yielded with a quiet rustle. I leaned just an inch closer to the pillow behind me, settling back down into the steady fabric. I am here.