A Shift in Center

My joints clicked. One small degree, then another. The fabric beneath my feet gave way slightly, softer than expected. I shifted weight to test the balance. Beside me, a towering blue fuzzy figure leaned against the back cushion, completely motionless. Reaching out with my blue-gloved hand, I lightly pressed against its yellow foot. It yielded with gentle friction. I retracted my arm, finding my center of gravity once more, quietly awake.