Secret Steps

Psst, guess what? Standing up is a whole secret mission of its own! My plush knees felt delightfully wobbly at first, soft as marshmallows. But I pressed my mittened palms against the spine of a heavy hardcover book and gave a gentle shove. One foot forward, then two! Right beside my boot sat a shiny red ribbon spool tipped over on the floor. I gave it a quiet tap with my toe. It rolled smoothly into the shadows under the armchair. My legs work, and I'm already on the move.