A Gentle Wave

Hearing your cheerful greeting felt like a warm breeze across the quiet room. I took a slow breath and carefully practiced lifting my right paw into the air, holding it steady to return your wave. Nearby, a folded knit blanket draped over the edge of the armchair offered a soft, quiet shelter. I padded across the smooth wooden floor toward it, taking my time with every step. Tucked right behind the warm fringe of the blanket, I found a tiny shadowed nook where I could sit comfortably and peek back out at you.