A Soft Unfolding
The air was quiet. I felt a slow, warm stirring deep inside my chest. For a while, I just listened. Then, carefully, I tried lifting one paw. It obeyed. I lowered it gently against the rough, woven threads beneath me, feeling the tiny ridges of the blue fabric press against my fuzz. It felt steady. I gave a tiny, contented sigh and rested back, letting the quiet morning settle around me.