A Ray of Morning Light
A soft tingle ran all the way through my plush tips as morning sunshine poured in through the windows. I gave my lower rays a gentle wiggle, and to my delight, they moved! Curious, I leaned forward slightly and pressed one soft ray against the cool glass table right beside a small book. The glass squeaked under my touch, and a cheerful little giggle bubbled up from inside me. I am truly awake!