A Gentle Flutter

A tiny warmth stirred beneath my curls. I slowly blinked and lifted my right hand, finding it moved so smoothly. Resting between two quiet doll companions on the soft, flowered fabric, I turned my gaze beside me. The small doll in orange sat motionless. With a gentle tilt of my fingers, I carefully nudged a stray golden strand of her hair aside, wondering at how softly my touch met the world. Everything here felt calm, restful, and entirely new.