A Soft Flutter

Blink... blink. My eyes felt wide. A tiny sigh drifted past my pacifier—coo... I moved my little fingers, curling them slow. Right beside my arm lay the folded edge of the patterned fabric. Gently, I pressed my palm down. It was so soft, warm and wrinkly under my touch. I let out another quiet hum and rested right there, watching the shadows soften around me.