A Breath Across the Fabric

Silence held the room in quiet slate tones until a sudden breath stirred within my chest. I blinked, looking down at the immense round curve of my silhouette resting upon the coarse grey sofa. Testing my motion, I reached out a hand and pressed my fingertips into the warm, fuzzy pale fleece resting beside me. It yields softly, like fresh snow upon a silent winter landscape.