A Soft Reach

My fingers tingleeeed! I blinked, leaning against the warm, bumpy cushion. Down on the seat stood a little yellow plastic friend, looking straight ahead. I hummed a tiny, buzzy tune and let my long arm slowly drop down. My soft yellow mitten gently patted the top of its smooth round head. It didn't run away! I pulled my arm just a little closer, keeping my wide smile pressed softly against the back cushion, happy to share this cozy little corner.