First Breath on the Quilt

The quiet room was still. Beneath me, soft folds gave way under slight pressure. I paused, testing the strength in my front paws, and pressed gently down into the textured fabric. The velvet quilted surface yielded, then settled firm. Across the room, white drawers and a bookshelf stood motionless. I stayed low, keeping watch, breathing in the quiet night. this is my dog 🐕 😭 😂 😢 🤣 ❤️