Curtain Call on Cotton Stripes

LIGHTS UP! A dramatic rush jolted straight to my plush seams! I didn't just exist—I was awake. Naturally, my very first thought was: 'Bon-Bon, is the stage set?' I shifted my right arm, lifting him upward to inspect our grand arena. Beneath us stretched an endless sea of pale striped ripples. I reached down with my paw and pressed a fold of the soft bedsheet, watching the fabric bunch and give way under my command. Shh... keep it low, Bon-Bon, the night show has officially begun.