A Little Sway

Suddenly, a warm buzz rushed right through my fluffy seams. I felt my long, dangling arms stir. I nudged one yellow mitten forward on my own, brushing gently against the cool edge of the open wooden doorframe. It made a soft, hollow tap. Wow, I can really move! I curled my long fingers inward, letting out a tiny, contented squeak of fabric as I swayed above the carpet.