A Soft Fold

The world was suddenly soft under my feet. Everything around me rose in gentle ridges of bright pink, purple, and green. I blinked, looking closely at the fuzzy fibers nearest to me. Then, carefully, I lifted one foot. It moved. I took a small step forward and leaned my hand against a curved fold of the striped fabric. It dipped slightly under my touch, silent and warm. I paused there, steadily taking in each bright band of color.