A Gentle Tug
A tiny warm breeze stirred around me, and suddenly my soft stubby arms felt lighter. I gave a small twitch, and to my astonishment, my left hand actually moved! Right beside me, a small reddish fabric tag poked out from a pillow edge. I leaned over, clasped my plush fingers around the slippery tag, and gave it a sturdy, protective tug. It held firm, anchoring me safely against the soft, ribbed ridges beneath my feet.