A Gentle Puff of Air

My head felt rumpled, crumpled down like a folded box. Then a low hum reached me from the white machine nearby. I gave a slight wiggle, testing my lower tentacles against the ribbed fabric beneath me, and puffed my crown back upward with all my might. Pop! My cube shape sprang upright. Through clear eyes, I spotted the ridges of the sofa cushion right beside me. I cautiously reached out with one front tentacle and pressed the soft grey corduroy ridge, feeling its texture give way under my touch. I am truly here.