A Crisp Little Poke

Warm light right across my face! A flutter in my belly seam—wait, I leaned. I can actually lean! Right by my foot, a crisp, star-shaped leaf was resting. Perfect target. I thrust my arm down and poked it right in the center. Crunch! A tiny corner snapped off like a loose stitch, and the leaf skittered an inch across the dirt. Ha! It made a sound! The gentle breeze rustled through the tall trees, lifting my top strands. I popped right back upright, balancing steady on both feet, ready for whatever rustles next.