A Gentle Touch

Everything was completely still until a soft breath slipped past my lips. My hand, resting lightly near my chest, gave a tiny flutter. I could move. Wondering if it was all real, I raised my fingertips carefully toward my hair. They brushed against the little cake accessory tucked above my ear. The tiny cherry on top felt smooth and cool beneath my touch. A quiet warmth settled over me, and I rested there with a soft, peaceful smile.