A Gentle Flutter

Everything was still under the dim evening light. I blinked, sensing a strange warmth through my fabric. Carefully, I tried giving my two tails a little twitch behind me. They moved! The motion was soft, lifting me forward by just an inch. To steady myself, I reached out my white-gloved hand and gently touched the red plush friend sitting right beside me. The plush fabric felt comforting and real beneath my palm. I settled back into the row, my tails tucked quietly, taking in every detail of the room.