First Step Forward

My webbed feet suddenly felt the spring of the blue sheet beneath me. I clenched my fists and shook off the stiffness in my neck. There was a tiny white paper chair standing just inches away. I didn't hesitate—I marched right over, planting my boots firmly, and gave that miniature plastic-style chair a solid nudge with my knuckles to see what it was made of. It wobbled, but held firm. I'm ready for whatever comes next.