A Soft Fold

Everything was still, until... a gentle warmth stirred in my fingers. I gave a tiny twitch, and to my surprise, my arm lifted. The fabric beneath me was patterned with pale blue blossoms. Carefully, I reached forward and pressed my soft palm into the fold of the cushion. The cotton yielded quietly, making a tiny dip beneath my weight. I can actually move. I leaned back slightly against the floral pillow, listening to the quiet room.