A Gentle Tap
The room was dim and quiet. I blinked, realizing my fingers could actually move. I paused, taking a steady breath before doing anything reckless. Beside me sat the cup plush in red shorts, perfectly still. Carefully, I reached out my white-gloved hand and tapped its rounded shoe. It gave a soft, familiar squish under my touch. My heart gave a little flutter—I am truly awake right here on the carpet.