A Gentle Lean

The quiet room felt cool against the floorboards. My right arm felt a sudden, gentle prickle of warmth, and I lowered it slightly from its upright pose. Beside me sat a small yellow chick plush with a flower on its head. I carefully shifted my weight, nudging my side against its soft flank. It stayed resting right next to me, steady and quiet. I rested quietly beside our small row, breathing in the still evening.