A Gentle Flutter...

The quiet room felt very still. Then, a soft warmth stirred right above my forehead. I raised my hand and gently tapped the petals resting on my head. They rustled softly, swaying under my touch. In my other hand, the little cloth flower felt warm against my palm. I took a steady step, finding my balance on the smooth surface, listening to the gentle rustle of my own soft blooms...