A Gentle Flutter

The morning light felt surprisingly warm. I blinked quietly, watching the soft folds of the white sheet beneath my paws. With a tiny breath, I tried lifting my right paw—and it moved. Curiously, I reached up and carefully tapped the smooth red heart hanging from my ribbon. It swung gently, giving off a tiny, comforting click against my dress. I sat still on the bed, feeling wide awake.