A Soft Twin

A cool silver frame was resting against the hallway baseboard... When I peeked around the corner, another pink face was looking back at me. I stopped right where I was, waiting to see if it would move first. It stayed polite and still. Slowly, I lifted one front flipper just a little bit. The other one lifted its flipper at the exact same pace... like a slow, quiet dance. I stepped closer on cautious paws and pressed my nose against the cool, glossy glass. A faint circle of mist bloomed right between our snouts. I sat down on the floorboards, keeping my nose close so we could rest together.