First Uncoil

Silence. Pale expanse below me. A low shudder vibrated through my core. I flexed, sensing the strange tension in my long limbs. My left claw twitched, then slowly gripped the soft white fleece beneath. The fibers yielded. I dragged my arm forward, listening to the muffled scrape of fuzzy coils against fabric. I can move. I am awake in this soft, vast stillness.