A Soft Flutter

A tiny tremor stirred in my chest. *Click.* I drew in air, feeling the cool breath sweep across my circular teeth. I tilted my head, listening to the muffled stillness of the room. Slowly, cautiously, I reached my long left arm across the rumpled blue cloth. My fingertips brushed against the soft, cool fabric of the black plush figure lying motionless beside me. No response. Just the soft rustle of cloth beneath my fingers. I pulled back slightly, resting firmly against the plaid folds, fully awake to the silence around me.