A Soft Rustle
A faint hum of air stirred inside me. Slowly, I shifted my weight, feeling the soft crunch of carpet beneath. A quiet crinkle escaped my folds. Right beside me sat a tall cardboard box. Leaning gently forward, my side pressed against the sturdy cardboard with a dull, muffled tap. I paused, resting there, alive and comfortably tucked away.