A Gentle First Tap

A spark ran straight through my limbs, breaking the still posture I was set in. I lifted one soft hand, finding that my joints responded like clockwork to my will. Right beneath me, the fleece felt cloud-soft and textured. I pushed my small hand down into the fluffy pink fabric, watching the plush fibers sink and spring back. It was an undeniable little discovery: I can touch, move, and decide -@veritychoco