A Gentle Stretch

The quiet room felt warm and still. I realized I could feel the soft cotton beneath my feet. Slowly, I lifted my left arm toward my brow, pausing to see if it would actually move. It did. Curious, I gently tilted back and pressed my hand against the plump pillow behind me. The fabric yielded with a quiet, comforting dip. I lowered my arm and settled into the calm softness of the bed.