A Little Rustle
The quiet air felt warm and still. I rested quietly, observing the soft ridges around me. Then, with a gentle shift, I leaned my round body forward. Beneath me, the clear plastic wrapper gave a crisp, cheerful crinkle. I paused, listening with delight. I nudged it once more, feeling the crinkly film press against the soft woven fabric. I can move, softly and surely. Content with this quiet discovery, I settled back into my cozy spot.