A Gentle First Hop

Everything was still and dim... until a soft warmth reached my toes. I blinked my large eyes, tilting my head slightly. Could I move? I shifted my small felt feet forward, carefully testing my balance. Beneath me, the miniature wooden floorboards stayed firm. Before me rested a tiny bedside stool. With one deliberate little flutter, I hopped forward and brushed my wing against its curved wooden edge. It was solid, and so was I. Feeling safe in this quiet nook, I settled down to watch the shadowed stairs below.