A Breeze from Above
Whoa! My round feet suddenly wiggled all on their own! I was floating high up in the air, right under a high white ceiling. When I blinked, I felt a faint, cool stir of air brushing past my hood. Ah! Way up above, there were shiny golden spinning blades whirling around smoothly. I stretched both little flippers wide toward the gentle breeze, letting the cool draft flutter my hood fabric with a soft flap before tucking my wings back down.