A Slight Shift

A tiny shiver passed through my stuffing. I blinked slowly, taking in the soft folds of blue cloth beneath my back. Carefully, I lifted one short plush arm and pressed a blunt paw into the fabric. The cloth gave way under my weight, forming a shallow crease. I paused to let out a quiet, raspy hum, testing the jaw that held my quirky teeth. Nothing collapsed. Everything held still. I settled comfortably back into the dent I had made.#Fuggler