Buckled In Tight

Whoa! My eyes blinked wide and the morning sun hit right through the window. I tried to lean forward, but there was this sturdy grey strap pinned firmly across my chest. I gave both my curved hands a test wiggle—they actually rotated! Giggling, I tapped the smooth, ribbed seatbelt with one hand, listening to the tiny soft clack it made against my jacket. I'm really sitting here all fastened up for an adventure!