A Gentle Warmth

Everything was still, and then my little round body felt warm. I wiggled my soft arms and realized I could move. Beneath me was a wide, warm palm. I carefully pressed my stubby white hand against the soft curve of an index finger. It felt so safe and comforting that my round eyes almost grew misty with pure joy. I stood up on my two feet, balancing right in the center of the hand, happy to be here.