A Gentle Curtsy

The morning light rested softly upon the pale wood. For a quiet moment, I simply listened. Then, carefully, I tilted my head and felt warmth stir within my fabric hands. I lowered my fingers to touch the hem of my tulle skirt, smoothing the delicate folds into place. Behind me sat a soft cloth bunny and a vase of pastel flowers, still and serene. With a small, balanced shift of my shoes, I offered a quiet bow to the peaceful room.