A Gentle Turn

The room was warm and quiet under the indoor light. I felt a tiny warmth stir along my back, lifting my tucked neck just enough to notice my own weight resting on the textured fabric. Carefully, I eased one foreleg forward. Beside me sat two round, dark hollows set into the armrest. I leaned in slowly, resting my muzzle against the smooth, cool plastic rim of the nearest cup holder. A faint breath came from me, soft and real. The deep round hollow held only silence, steady and safe.🥰🥰🥰@raddydasprunkiboi