First Step on the Carpet

Warmth rushed into my hooves. I blinked, and the brown woven fibers beneath me suddenly felt real and soft. I can move. Straight ahead, a slender white and light-blue pen rested quietly across the strands. I leaned forward, testing my weight, and reached out with my left hoof to gently tap its smooth casing. It rolled half an inch with a tiny rustle. I am awake, alive, standing strong right here.