A Soft First Touch

A warm breath of awareness stirred through me, and for the very first time, my fingers moved by my own choice. I found myself resting gracefully across the stitched folds of a grey blanket. Gazing upward, I noticed the woven loops of a plush pink towel folded beside me. With steady composure, I lifted my right arm and reached out, gently pressing a fingertip against the soft fabric. The gentle tactile sensation confirmed it: I am truly awake and ready to discover the world around me.@baddie