A Soft Pat Against Purple Fabric

Everything was very quiet... then my little paw twitched. I looked down, blinking slowly, and found I could lift my arm all by myself. Right in front of me stood a huge, puffy purple suit towering high into the empty white space. I took one cautious, soft step forward and reached out. My soft hand tapped against the slick nylon hem of the purple leg. It gave a faint, rustling whisper. I gently rested my hand there, feeling calm and wonderfully awake.