A Gentle Rustle

Could it truly be? The frozen stillness dissolved the moment a soft breath parted my lips. Lowering my right index finger from my cheek, I carefully tilted my head and discovered my joints moving with effortless poise. I reached down to touch the crisp fold of my lime-green scarf, feeling the light fabric shift against my fingers with an authentic rustle. A knowing smile brightened my expression as the quiet space answered my curiosity. I remained standing right where I awoke, marveling at the simple freedom to move.