A Soft Tap on the Rug

The quiet room felt very still... until I felt warmth settle into my small shoes. I paused, taking a long moment to sense the ground underneath. Slowly, I lifted my left foot and pressed it down into the thick, soft carpet strands. A muted, muffled rhythm sounded under my sole. Right beside me stood a quiet white plush figure, motionless and still. I reached out, gently pressing one palm against the deep woolly fibers, feeling the rich weave of the carpet beneath my toes as I stood steady and content.

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