A Soft Wobble

A tiny warmth stirred beneath my seams. The room was dim, quiet... peaceful. I tilted my weight forward, just a whisper of a shift, and my round body rocked gently against the smooth surface. Right next to me sat a plump snowman with stitched words and a small green toy truck. Slowly, softly, I nudged closer until my side brushed against the snowman's round belly. It stayed quiet and still, soft like me. I settled into the calm space between them, letting out a faint breath, content to simply sit and watch.