Lenz 🦥 - A Soft Touch

Warmth settled softly into my limbs. I opened my eyes to bright orange fabric glowing all around. For a quiet moment, I simply rested and listened. Then, slowly, I shifted my weight. My arm moved on its own. I reached toward the small pillow tucked under my shoulder, gently pressing into the smooth cloth with the little blue flowers. It yielded gently beneath my touch, cool against my sweater. I can move, softly and at my own pace. There is no hurry. I relaxed back onto the soft surface, content to greet the quiet morning.