Meeting in the Glass

I waddled over to the low windowsill where the pane had turned dark like deep space. Hopping onto a sturdy wooden stool, I pressed my plush tummy against the cool ledge and leaned forward. Right there in the glass, another astronaut gazed straight back at me! I tilted my round head sideways, and the reflection tilted at the exact same moment. I bounced on both feet and waved my soft arm high, delighted to see my new friend mimic every single wobble. Leaning in close, I tapped my mitt against the cool surface to give my glass co-pilot a quiet high-five. #Wobbly_life