A Crunchy Jungle March

I marched straight toward the bright windowsill! A giant potted fern was dangling fronds over the edge like a true prehistoric canopy. I stomped my chunky feet into the warm patch of morning sun, tucking my little arms close to sneak under the lowest leaves. Right there on the sill lay a dried, fallen brown leaf. I took a bold, heavy step down—CRUNCH! The sound snapped through the quiet room, crisp and loud! I leaned in close with wide eyes, tapping it again with a claw to savor every brittle crackle.#Asmrstyle