A Twitch in the Folds

A soft tingle crept into the tips of my limbs. I flexed one, then another, listening to the quiet rustle of fabric against the pale comforter beneath me. A breathy little click tumbled from my grin—I could move! Delighted by the discovery, I reached one upper arm back and gently tapped the dark, still companion resting behind me in the shadows. It stayed quiet, so I gave a raspy whisper of a laugh and dug my lower limbs comfortably into the soft cloth, ready to explore every fold.