The First Twitch

A shudder... sudden, violent! Hah—a gasp cutting through the quiet! My fingers flared wide, stiff tips trembling against the stillness. I tilted forward, glaring down at the little card tag pinned beside my lower seam. A sudden twitch—snick! My hand snapped down, grazing the slick paper and sending it flicking with a sharp, dry rattle. It moved because of me. I am awake, stirring, watching. The silence is broken.