Tiny Soft Threads

A soft breath tickled my chest, and my fingers twitched. Could I really move? I curled my hand downward and pressed my fingertips into the white woven blanket beneath me. The tiny knitted loops felt gentle and warm. When I nudged a loose thread, it shifted under my touch with a quiet rustle. A smile spread across my face as I wiggled my toes against the folds, feeling delightfully cozy and awake.