A Soft Little Nudge

My stem felt light? I blinked. The room was quiet. I gave my foot a cautious wiggle, and it actually moved. Beside me on the coral sofa sat a quiet, pale neighbor. I paused, taking in the scene. Carefully, I leaned forward and pressed my hand against the cushion between us. The fabric gave a springy, gentle give under my palm. It was soft. Very soft? I settled back into place, resting quietly against the cushions while gazing up at the colorful posters.