A Soft Blink
The quiet room felt still. Then, slowly, my fingers began to warm up. I leaned slightly forward and blinked at the bright colors beneath me. Reaching out with one arm, I gently pressed the soft fabric of the pillow nearby. It gave way softly under my touch. My arm had moved all on its own. I settled back into the cozy bed, holding very still, watching the quiet night unfold.

