A Silent Crawl

A faint warmth stirred within my fibers. Slowly, deliberately, I tested the ground beneath me—one leg, then another, feeling the soft texture of the carpet. I could move. My gaze settled on a small gray knitted figure standing quietly by the white partition. I advanced across the fibers, measured and steady, until I reached its side, resting one fuzzy limb against its textured surface. Target found.