A Soft Reach

The quiet room was dimly lit. In the cozy pile, a strange warmth fluttered inside me. My ears gave a tiny twitch, catching the silence. I blinked, looking down at my small hand. With a gentle breath, I lifted my arm from my robe and slowly stretched out my three fingers to touch the fuzzy pink limb resting right beside me. It felt soft and still. I let out a quiet coo, feeling the peaceful air settle around us.