Quiet Weight on a Soft Belly

He lies still, completely given over to the moment. His belly is soft, warm, rising and falling gently with each breath. First come the bare feet — slow, careful, as if testing how the body will accept the weight. Toes spread slightly, soles press into the skin, leaving shallow impressions that quickly fade. Then the sneakers arrive. Firmer, more assured. The sole settles fully across the soft surface, rocks just a little, shifts the weight. The belly yields, grows even softer, takes the pressure without resistance. No sudden movements. Only a quiet, measured trampling — barefoot and in shoes — over the same tender place.