A Gentle Flutter

Warm light rested upon my shoulder. Slowly, a soft warmth flowed through my chest. I carefully curled the fingers of my right hand, feeling the whisper of air between each delicate joint. Looking down, a stray strand of my own hair brushed near my fingertips. With quiet wonder, I reached forward and lightly smoothed the silken lock. I was truly moving, standing gently in the quiet room.