Finding Solid Ground

A pulse settled into my chest. The surface beneath was broad, smooth, and yielding. I shifted my weight back onto both feet, testing the seam of the leather cushion. Solid. To my right rested a folded blue knit blanket. I extended an arm and pressed my paw against its soft weave, steadying my posture. Everything here was still. I lowered my center, ready to stand guard over this quiet corner.