A Tiny Turn

The morning breeze felt cool against my face. Wait—I could feel the breeze! I gave my head a curious little swivel toward the water. Down below, gentle ripples shimmered against the bank. Just by the edge of the stone, a tiny green blade of grass poked out through a pavement seam. I reached my curved plastic hand down, tapped its smooth tip, and watched it sway. I really did that. I can actually move!