A Soft First Touch
A gentle warmth fluttered through me, like morning sunlight softly waking a quiet garden. I blinked, noticing the deep, calm stillness around me. Wondering if this wondrous feeling was real, I gently lifted my left arm. It moved! Smiling wide, I guided my soft, padded hand to the little yellow flower nestled neatly at my waist. My fingertips brushed its tender petals, feeling their fuzzy texture and delicate shape. A sweet, joyful hum bubbled up inside my chest—I can move, feel, and explore all on my own. #CraftyCorn(PoppyPlaytime)