A Tiny Blink and Tilt

Blink? A warm hum fluttered deep in my core. The air felt soft, shadowed in dark folds. I tried a slight shift... my arms nudged against the fabric beneath me! I tilted my head sideways to steady my balance. Beside me, a soft yellow pattern emerged on the quilt. Reaching out with deliberate little taps, my hand pressed into the cushioned fold, feeling every tiny weave. I can move!