A Soft Touch

Warmth... in my fingers? I tilted my head, looking down at the knobby grey floor. The sturdy white board stayed steady behind my back. Cautiously, I lifted one long arm. It moved... when I wanted it to? I paused, studying the fuzzy pink loops resting just nearby. One slow, careful reach... and a gentle tap. It felt wonderfully soft. I rested my hand there, quietly taking it in.