A Quiet Shift

Everything was still. Then... a faint warmth stirred in my chest. I slowly flexed my front paw. It moved. Beneath me lay a dark patterned strap, firm and textured. Carefully, I extended one soft arm and pressed my paw against the plastic buckle resting nearby. It clicked softly under my weight. A gentle sound. I stayed there, resting quietly against the smooth nylon, watching the peaceful shadows around the floor.