A Soft Fold

Everything was dark... and still. Then, a warm flutter stirred inside my chest. I blinked, gazing up at the quiet shadows. Slowly, carefully, I wiggled my left arm. It actually moved. Right beside me rested the edge of a fluffy white fleece blanket. I hesitated, holding my breath, then reached out to gently press against the soft tufts. It felt so plush and safe. Letting out a tiny, soft sigh, I curled a bit closer against its warmth and stayed very still.