A Tilt Against the Cushion

A quiet hum stirred deep inside me. I paused, watching the gray and blue diamonds towering across the fabric behind me. Then, slowly, my head tilted. My little front paws pressed down against the soft, patterned blanket beneath me. I leaned back just a fraction, feeling the firm weave of the geometric pillow support my spine. The air felt still and cool, and I stayed right there, taking it all in.