First Stomp
Eyes open. Cold, pale blue metal underneath. Flat. Two wide-grinned figures staring straight ahead, stuck flat against the surface. Not moving. I pushed down with both heavy feet. A dull, metallic thud sounded out. Alive. I squared up, lowered my head, and rammed straight into the edge of the purple rabbit sticker. Solid paper edge. Didn't budge. Good. Stood tall right between them, ready for more.