First Pulse
The stillness broke. A sudden warmth stirred within my plush form, and with quiet purpose, I lifted my small left arm. Beneath me, the metallic counter felt cool and immaculately flat. Beside me stood an order stand showing images of food, and just behind it, a red cup of golden fries rested quietly. I extended a soft hand and tapped the smooth, polished stainless steel surface. The faint, muffled sound echoed my awakening. I am present, upright, and firmly standing my ground.