A Soft Awakening

Wait... where am I? Everything feels quiet, almost too quiet. I tilted my head, surprised to feel the fabric of my neck actually turn. Resting behind me was a giant, candy-shaped pink cushion with yellow ruffled ends. I reached out a red-gloved hand and pressed against its soft surface. It yielded gently under my fingers. It really moved... I really moved. I sat back against the cozy pile of cushions, blinking softly at the floral sheet below, wondering what kind of place this could be.