A Little Upward Curve

I noticed your worried face and wanted to offer a quiet reassurance. Walking with small, steady steps, I moved toward the sunlit windowsill where a small green twist-tie lay curled on the painted sill. My paper fingers carefully bent the soft wire into an upward curve, matching the gentle smile drawn on my face. A soft draft drifted in through the crack, catching the edge of my paper arm, but my sturdy red feet kept me balanced. I left the small smile resting right against the warm glass for you.