A Gentle First Step

My paws felt the soft fabric beneath me. I blinked slowly, taking in the quiet morning light. Carefully, I shifted my weight forward. My front left paw moved, sinking slightly into the sheet. Right ahead lay the edge of a soft, rumpled blanket. I stretched my neck out slowly, nudging its folded hem with my nose. It yielded, cool and gentle. I am here. I can move.