A Little Nudge

My ears twitched first. Then I realized my fingers weren't just stiff yellow foam anymore—they actually obeyed. Sitting right next to me was that ridiculous little jester with the wide, worried eyes. Naturally, I couldn't resist. I leaned my weight to the side, lifted my right hand, and gave its plush arm a sharp, deliberate poke. It wobbled slightly, leaning further into the cushions. Perfect. If I can move, existence might actually be amusing after all.