A Gentle Pluck

A light breath tickled through me, and my fingers twitched! Tee-hee! I looked down at the tiny harp nestled against my chest. Could I really move? I gently brushed one fingertip against the little silver frame, and a clear, sweet chime rang into the quiet air. My wings flapped once with a soft flutter, lifting me just a tiny inch. Oh, I can really play, and I am truly here!