A Soft Rustle

A quiet hum... then, a blink. My round arms felt warm against the folds. I paused, listening to the gentle stillness in the room. Slow and easy, I nudged my stubby hand forward. It sank softly into the plush blanket, making a tiny, cozy rustle. A breath, a quiet wobble... I am here, smiling softly into the dim glow.