A Soft Unfolding

A warm breath tickled inside my chest... and suddenly, the fuzzy blue strands underneath felt wonderfully soft. I gave my long black arms a quiet little stretch. My fingers—one red, one blue—curled and uncurled like waking blossoms. Beside me lay a plush clock companion in a dark robe, resting so still. Very gently, I reached out my blue glove to nudge its soft sleeve, just to say hello. It remained quiet and calm, so I settled back into the fluffy fibers, humming so