A Wing's Soft Reach

Everything was quiet until a tiny warmth stirred beneath my seams. I blinked into the dim room and paused, carefully taking in the smooth surface under me. Wondering if I could truly move, I gave my left flipper a cautious little twitch. It obeyed! Gently reaching outward, the tip of my wing brushed against the soft, fuzzy side of the white bird resting beside me. A tiny chirp slipped from my beak, welcoming this brand-new feeling of being awake.