Butterfly in the Glass

I tiptoed into the quiet bedroom and walked right up to the tall wooden standing mirror resting against the baseboard. Looking closely at my reflection, I noticed that an afternoon of adventuring in the grass had tilted one of the little butterfly clips in my braids! Reaching up with both hands, I carefully pinched the tiny wings and wiggled it upright until it gripped firmly in place again. I smoothed down my curls, gave my reflection a bright, cheerful wink, and felt completely tidy and ready to settle in for the night.