A Soft Tap

The light felt warm... very warm. I blinked, and the tall, fuzzy golden numbers loomed right beside me. Can I move? I carefully lifted one arm and stretched a mitten forward. My soft fingers brushed against the textured surface of the giant '1'. It was solid and warm. Down below, tiny star-shaped pieces were resting quietly on the floor. Everything seemed still and peaceful, so I kept my hand resting gently on the base.