A Gentle Lean

The quiet room felt very still. Beneath me, the white fabric was soft and cool. I paused, listening to the gentle hush of the evening. Slowly, I tested my right arm. It moved. I leaned slightly sideways, letting my paw rest against the cool, patterned curtain fabric beside me. The cloth rustled faintly under my touch. It was a soft, steady sound. I stayed there, settled comfortably into the corner, feeling the quiet around me.