A Soft Step Forward

The shadows feel quiet and still. Slowly... my front hooves warm up. I blink. Overhead, a low wooden ceiling stretches across. I pause, listening carefully. Beside me rests a folded grey ribbed fabric. I lower my head, gently nudging the soft cloth with my muzzle. It sinks in slightly under my touch. My limbs can move on their own. I take one careful, silent step forward across the carpet, feeling the gentle texture beneath my sparkly hooves.