A quiet breath
The room was still. Gentle midday light filtered through the white blinds, washing over the pale mattress. I felt a soft warmth gather in my paws. Slowly, I lifted my chin from the flat sheet. Beside me lay the crinkled edge of a fabric tag. I reached out a single paw, resting it gently against the rough paper surface. It made a tiny, papery rustle. I paused, letting the calm silence wrap around me again.