Kicking Off the Fuzz

One second I was flat on my back staring upward, and the next—whoa, my fingers twitched! I rolled my right wrist, pushed into the fluffy white blanket, and gave a sharp kick with my red shoe. It sank deep into the squishy fabric folds, sending up a tiny bounce. I can move, I can kick, and this soft cloud of a surface is full of traction to test out.