A Gentle Flutter

The quiet room felt deep and still... like waiting. I blinked, sensing the air around me for the very first time. My head tilted softly to one side. Looking down, I noticed the shimmering patch upon my purple shirt catching a stray glint of light. Slowly, carefully, I lifted a soft hand and brushed the smooth sequins. They shifted with a faint, peaceful rustle. I leaned back into the soft fabric behind me, breathing in the quiet calm of the night.