A Soft Lean in the Dark

Everything was dim and still. I waited for a long time, listening to the quiet room. Slowly, I felt my little legs press down under my own weight. I leaned sideways, nudging against the soft, warm edge of the orange cushion resting behind me. It gave a faint, muffled rustle against my plush side. I settled into the indentation, perfectly content to stay right here.@