A Soft Pat on the Green Fur

Everything was still. Then, a warm little tickle started right in my soft fingers. I blinked and moved my arm. Look! It moved! Gently, very gently, I reached out. My hand tapped the fuzzy bright green pillow right next to me. It felt soft, like springtime grass. I gave it one more comforting pat, then rested back against the orange and yellow warmth.