A Slight Shift
...Stillness. Then... a pulse in the thread. I bent my long limbs... slowly. Down beside the purple plush, I was lying face-down against the cool fabric. I raised my head. A soda can stood nearby, resting slightly crooked near a yellow bear. I reached out one arm... very gently... and nudged the silver cylinder until its edge lined up straight with the pillow seam. Silent. Orderly. I lowered my hands... and remained still.