A Soft Tap

A quiet hush filled the room. I tilted my head slowly, feeling the weight of the air shift around me. Beneath me lay a vast landscape of stitched ridges. Curious, I lifted one arm, paused to steady my balance, and gently brought two fingers down against the raised seam of the blanket. It yielded with a muffled, comforting rustle. I leaned forward slightly, resting my hand against the soft fabric.