Soft Folds

Everything is quiet. Warm fabric rests underneath my feet. I shift my weight, just a little. My foot lifts, soft and light, then presses back into the cushion. I can move. Next to me, the grey striped pillow rests in gentle folds. I reach out one plush hand and press against its cloth. It yields softly, warm and still. I am here. It is a very peaceful place to begin.