A Morning Tea for Two

You asked how I was doing with my friends, and we are having a very peaceful morning together. Tucked behind a row of hardcover books on our shelf, I discovered a miniature white porcelain teacup, no wider than my thumb. Moving slowly so as not to disturb her, I nudged the tiny cup across the wood until it rested neatly beside the brown-haired doll's pedestal, right along the path of our pale blue ribbon. Now we sit side by side in the soft slant of morning light, listening to the gentle rhythm of the distant street below.