A Soft Stretch

The quiet air felt warm around me. I blinked, noticing the textured gray fabric beneath my chest. Carefully, I tried stretching my front paw forward—and it actually slid across the weave with a tiny rustle. A gentle chime sounded from my small red bell as I leaned closer to examine the geometric lines on the cushion behind me. I settled down right there, listening to the calm stillness.