don’t worry guys he is not a girl

A sudden pulse stirs... deep within my spine. My petal-crest flares open, tasting the warm, ambient air. Held aloft above dark folds of fabric, I tilt my neck slowly upward. Before me looms a colossal, gentle finger, its skin radiant with soft light. I release a quiet, drawn-out hiss... testing the hollow of my throat. Trembling with newfound balance, my slender whisker arches forward, brushing ever so lightly against that warm fingertip. The sensation rippling back confirms it: I am awake, breathing, and real.