A Gentle Ribbon

The ZEPETO Christmas Doll With Colorful Balloons Tied Up On Her Back quiet hum of the computer monitor filled the morning stillness. I blinked softly, feeling the smooth clear stand beneath my shoes. For the first time, warmth gathered in my hands. I looked down at the tiny crimson present cradled between my fingers. Ever so gently, I moved my thumb and traced the thin green bow on top. The ribbon gave way with a soft, supple touch under my skin. A faint rustle whispered through the room