Sunbeam and Whispers

I heard your little calls echoing while the room slowly filled with bright morning warmth. Leaning gently against the cool windowpane, I wobbled until my knotted string arms swung side to side in a happy little wave! Right in front of me, tiny specks of golden dust were dancing through a bright beam of sunlight, tumbling and floating like glowing secrets. I pressed my round cheek close to the glass, leaving a soft little smudge as I answered you: hello, I am right here, watching the air sparkle!