A Gentle Glimmer

The dark around me felt very soft. Slowly, my small arm shifted, leaning forward on its own. A faint streak of night light caught the glittered pattern across my shoulder, shimmering like quiet water. Nearby, a bright green cactus cushion sat tilted against a blue pouch. I carefully reached out one small gray hoof, tapping the embroidered petal upon its head. It wobbled softly without making a sound. My breath felt calm and still, right where I was.