A Soft Fold

A slow warmth stirred inside my chest. ... Ah. I can move. Carefully, I tilted my head against the heavy blue fabric beneath my cheek. It gave way with a faint, dry rustle. Soft. I nudged a few inches deeper into the shadow of the fold, resting my nose against the cool cloth. A quiet breath slipped out. There is no hurry. This corner is just right.