A Tiny Wobble and a Bubble

Everything was still until a soft hum stirred deep inside my cardboard corners. I gave a tiny wobble, shifting gently across the stitched ridges of the quilt. Sitting right beside me was a brown box with wide, painted eyes. Curious, I leaned an edge toward it, breathing out a gentle little sigh—and out popped a tiny, shimmering white bubble from my mouth! It drifted softly, tapping against the brown box before softly popping away. I am really here.