A Gentle Flutter

A tiny flutter stirred beneath me. I blinked, pausing to feel the soft purple sheet under my little arms. Then, carefully... one small tentacle wiggled on its own. It really moved. I took a soft, quiet breath and leaned just an inch closer to the big brown bear beside me, lightly resting against the soft hem of its brown sleeve. It felt warm and safe. I nestled right into the cozy shadow of its side.