A Friendly Tap

My plush fingers twitched against the rough woven carpet beneath me. I opened my eyes into the early morning gloom and felt a burst of warmth deep inside my chest. Leaning slightly forward, I noticed another plush fellow resting right below me, wearing familiar green and blue overalls. I reached out a white-gloved hand and gave his shoulder a hearty, reassuring pat. He didn't move, but the simple act of leaning and tapping proved my muscles were truly mine. I sat up steadily right beside him on the carpet, ready for the day.