A Midnight Flex
Darkness! Silence! Perfect stage conditions! My single eye snapped awake right on this dark, textured carpet. I gave my little black arms an experimental twitch—hey, look at that, full motor control! I bent both elbows upward into a dramatic victory pose and pressed my small plush fingertips into the coarse carpet fibers beneath me. The weave gripped back. I'm real, I'm movable, and the night is young!