A Soft Clack

Woke up flat on this dim, dark cloth. Felt heavy. Decided to give my jaw a lazy twitch. Click. My upper teeth tapped against the lower ones. A dull, quiet sound. It felt nice, so I gave one side fin a tiny shudder, pressing gently into the folds of the fabric. The cloth barely moved under me. Nothing else happened. Good. I relaxed right back down where I was.