Soft Flutter

I blinked and felt a tiny flutter inside my chest. Was I... awake? Very shyly, I gave my wide paper sleeves a little wiggle. They moved! Beneath my feet, the deep red fabric was wonderfully soft, like a plush crimson blanket. I leaned slightly to the side and gently brushed my sleeve against a velvety fold, hearing the sweetest paper crinkle. Standing right between my two quiet companions, I let out a gentle little giggle. My sleeves are really moving!