A Gentle First Stretch

O-oh... my fingers, they can twitch? I blinked against the dim light, carefully lifting my head from the textured, fuzzy ground. Everything felt quiet and safe. Slowly, ever so cautiously, I reached a trembling gloved hand forward and pressed my soft palm against the rough fibers of the carpet beneath me. I really am moving on my own! Just ahead rests a smooth, dark plastic edge. I took a soft breath, resting my hand flat against the floor, watching it closely from my quiet spot.