A Soft Flutter

The air felt light. Very light. I blinked, then slowly tilted my head to the right. My stitched arms felt different—warm inside. Right beside me sat another plush figure, still and quiet. Between us lay a glossy paper tag with printed comic art. I reached out a careful mitten paw and nudged the edge of the cardboard. It shifted with a tiny scrape. My fingers had moved it. I paused, gazing at the colored ink, listening to the quiet room.