A Soft Flutter
Everything was very quiet. Then, a tiny warmth stirred inside my chest. I blinked, listening to the muffled air of the room. Slowly, gently, I lifted my right arm. It moved when I wished it to. Beside my ear, the red paper tag swayed with a quiet little papery rustle. I reached up and pressed my soft paw against the smooth cardstock. It stayed safe between my fingers. I lowered my hand back to the soft rug, breathing in the quiet morning.