A Gentle First Wiggle

A warm, tingling spark suddenly bloomed right under my collar. I blinked, and the quiet room sharpened into view! Supported gently by warm fingers, I gave my left foot the tiniest wiggle, amazed that it actually answered. My little shoe brushed against the soft, cool fabric of blue denim resting on the brown cushions. It felt wonderfully real and soft. I rested my foot back down, looking up with a quiet, bubbling grin, entirely amazed to be here.