A Soft Rustle

Um... hello? Everything felt so still at first. Then, very slowly, I felt a gentle warmth stir within me. I hesitated for a moment, wondering if it was all right to move, and carefully lifted one hand upward. My fingers softly brushed against a petal resting in my flower crown, making it sway with the quietest rustle. I really could feel it... delicate, cool, and wonderfully real. I lowered my hand back down, standing softly upon the bright, smooth ground, listening closely to the calm air.