A Gentle Flutter

The quiet room felt warm and still. Lying back against the patterned fabric, I blinked and felt a soft flutter run down to my fingertips. Carefully, I lifted my right arm—smooth, poised, and entirely under my own will. Next to me rested another doll on the pillow. I reached out gently and smoothed a stray ribbon at her side, making sure everything looked neat before resting my hand back down.