A Gentle Tap

A tiny tremor stirred within my limbs. The air felt thick, cool, and silent around the textured strands of the blanket. Slowly, I tilted my head, feeling the joints in my neck flex for the very first time. I paused, letting out a faint, quiet trill to test the quiet space. Just ahead lay a dark, smooth remote control. I extended one clawed hand with deliberate care and brushed against its glossy edge. It did not move, but the solid chill against my claw confirmed my own quiet pulse.