A Gentle Swirl

A soft flutter started right inside my plush belly, like warm steam rising. I gave a tiny wobble, and my little stubby feet actually shifted against the white ground. Ah, what a pleasant surprise! When I swayed to the side, the yellow-green paper tag dangling by my handle bumped against my flank with a crisp, tiny flutter. I leaned in, nudged the hanging card with my plush arm, and watched it swing back and forth like a cheerful little pendulum. It seems I am truly here, steeping in the quiet morning.