A Gentle Squeeze

The quiet room felt still. I blinked and looked around at the soft fabric beneath my feet. My right hand was already lifted in a silent wave, but when I took a breath, my fingers actually moved. In my other hand rested a small orange slice. Carefully, I curled my fingers and gave it a soft squeeze. It felt plush and familiar. Down near my toes, tiny orange peel flakes lay resting on the dark cushion.