A Slow Tilt

The wrinkles across the dark fabric were deep. I blinked one set of eyes, then the other, feeling the slight pull along my neck as my head turned. Right next to me lay another plush figure with patterned limbs. I lifted my right arm, steady and unhurried, and nudged the soft sleeve of the blue-and-red figure. It didn't react. I settled back into the folds of the duvet, keeping watch on the quiet room.