A quiet tilt
The fabric underneath felt deep and soft. I paused, noticing my head could turn. Just slightly. To the right stood a yellow figure with long ears, resting motionless on its green base, and further away, a sleek yellow car sat silent. The mounds of cloth around rose like quiet hills. I reached out a hand, pressing softly against the fleece fold near my yellow stand. It gave way with a gentle rustle. Everything was still. I stayed where I was, looking.