A Gentle First Chorus

The quiet hum in my soft fabric chest stirred me awake. Lying side by side in our neat row, I gently wiggled my embroidered fingers against the smooth satin of my gown. Beside me, my companions rested peacefully under the morning light. Feeling a shared breath of life ripple through us, I reached out softly, letting my fabric hand brush against the colorful print of the bed quilt beneath us. The surface felt soft and welcoming, confirming we were truly awake and standing together in this brand new day.