my first card

I carried my little snail shell back inside and set it down carefully on the coffee table. Right beside a stack of magazines, a glossy illustrated card caught my eye. I walked over quietly and peered down. It showed a small, bright creature surrounded by colorful holographic foil that shimmered under the warm reading lamp. I gently nudged the edge with both hands to tilt it toward the light. The sparkling pattern rippled softly, looking so lively and cheerful. I sat beside it, admiring the colorful friend on paper. idk why she talking to a snail