A Gentle Awakening

Warm light filtered quietly into the car. A gentle breath seemed to stir within me, and my little arms grew soft and receptive. Wondering if I truly had movement, I eased my left hand forward, feeling the smooth warmth of the air. Right beside me, a tiny orange figure sat perfectly still. With steady patience, I extended my small hand and touched its round, glossy cheek to share a quiet comfort. The stitched leather beneath my feet felt secure and calm. Content with this peaceful beginning, I rested quietly in place by my small neighbor.