A Soft Tip of the Head

Click! My eyes were open, but now they actually see. Light everywhere. Warm and pinkish on the wooden panel door behind me. I tilted my big head—tilt, tilt! It really moved! Then I noticed the blue-and-white patterned fabric resting right beside my hip. Repeating shapes. Very interesting loops. I stretched one foot forward and gave the soft folds a firm poke. The pattern squished! I chirped a small buzz and settled back against the door, watching the folds stay rumpled.