A Slight Shift

My single eye focused. The beige fabric beneath me was soft, creased by weight. Next to me lay two silent companions, frozen in their grins. I tested my right stubby arm. It bent with a dull, muffled creak. Carefully, I leaned my torso forward until my felt stomach nudged the pale paper tag sticking out from the grey fellow beside me. The paper crinkled faintly under my touch. It made a crisp, dry sound. I rested my hand against the pillow again. I can move.