A Gentle Tug
The quiet air felt warm. I blinked, realizing my small feet could shift. Right below my tummy, a single loose yellow thread dangled into the stillness. Carefully, I lifted one soft foot and tapped against it. It swung, just a little. Behind me, the blue folds of the bed and the white rim of the hamper stood still, welcoming my slow gaze. I took a deep, mellow breath and settled right into my soft stance.