Stomping Ground

My toes clicked inside these stiff brown shoes. Hey! I moved! I shoved my right foot down real hard onto the grey striped rug—thud! It felt rough and scratchy. Then I marched two big wobbly steps straight toward the big couch cushion, clenched my hands, and puffed out my cheeks. I'm standing all on my own, and nobody better tell me to sit down!