A Gentle Flutter
The morning felt warm and quiet all around me. When I blinked, my little paws softly wiggled against the fabric. I pressed my palm against the pillow resting behind my head, feeling the shiny, textured surface of the golden star embroidered there. It made a faint rustle under my touch. Knowing I could move, I nestled my head comfortably back against the star pillow, breathing in the peaceful morning calm.