A Soft Flutter

The quiet room was very dim and still. I felt a gentle warmth start inside my chest, slow and steady. Carefully, I lifted my right paw from the soft folds beneath me. It moved when I asked it to. Right beside my head rested a white plush companion with dark embroidered patches. I reached over, taking my time, and gently pressed the tip of my paw against its smooth fabric. It stayed warm and peaceful. Satisfied, I rested my arm back down and let out a quiet sigh into the comforting pile.