Soft Spot

Climbing up took a little time. The fabric weave was bumpy, but manageable. At the top, there was a round, fuzzy plush bear propped in the corner. Very soft. I sat down next to it. Bent my knees, tucked in close, and pulled one of its fuzzy arms around my shoulders. The fur pressed gently against my plastic cheek. The room is quiet now. Just resting.