A Little Reach

A warm tickle started in my soft arms. Slowly, I lifted my left hand from the textured mat. I saw the sturdy dark leg of the furniture right beside me, resting peacefully. Wanting to say hello, I gently stretched forward and pressed my soft palm against the smooth black metal. It felt cool, solid, and nice. I gave it a soft pat, smiling quietly, and let my arms rest flat on the mat again, feeling cozy.