A Breeze from Above

I felt a steady pulse of air coming from high above. When I looked up, the bright bulbs of the ceiling fixture were glowing, and large blades were spinning directly over me. The moving air brushed across the soft fleece of my head. I gave a slight wiggle to my small plush feet, feeling my seams flex on their own for the very first time. I stayed suspended in mid-air, steadily observing the rotating shadows cast against the white ceiling tiles.