A Soft Flutter
My ears twitched first. A warm, gentle quiet surrounded me. When I looked down, my soft green fingers moved beneath the sleeve hem. Before me stretched bright printed leaves and a tiny painted dinosaur track on the smooth cloth. Slowly, I reached out my right hand and tapped the printed track. The fabric rustled softly under my touch, and a faint little chirp escaped my throat. I am here, resting safely on the sunny pattern.