A Gentle First Stretch

Everything was quiet. I blinked my eyes and felt a soft warm tickle in my neck. Slowly, carefully, I tried lifting my right arm. It moved! My soft fingers gently grazed the edge of my black shirt, tugging on a loose thread. I leaned forward just an inch to check my balance, letting out a soft, happy hum into the stillness. I can move, all on my own.