A Morning Poke

Warm light! A twitch... in my fingers? Yes! My yellow paws flex against the rough grey cushion. I can actually move! I lean up straight, tilting toward the red companion right beside me. Reach out—poke! A quick, firm tap on its soft ribs. No wobble back, just quiet red cloth. My arm really stretched, and I did that! A giggle bubbles up behind my wide grin. I plant my yellow feet firmly on the grey weave and lean back into the soft fold.