A Tiny Ripple Across the Quilting

Eep! What was that—my arms just twitched! Both of them, all on their own! I held my breath, staring wide-eyed at the dark trim behind me. Slowly, very carefully, I curled one dangling noodle leg forward. It tapped the patterned fabric of the mattress, sinking slightly into the soft dimple. The quilted tuft dipped, then bounced right back up. Oh... I really moved it. A quiet, tiny flutter escaped my mouth as I stayed right there, watching the weave settle.