A Gentle Rise

A warm sensation bloomed inside me, much like dough rising in a cozy oven. My arms tightened around the sweet little pastry in my embrace, and to my delight, I felt its soft, plush roundness yield against my fingers. I gave my striped legs a tiny swing, the tips of my pink shoes lightly brushing against the sunny yellow crate beneath me. Everything felt just the right amount of sweet, peaceful, and warm.