A Gentle Flutter

The quiet noon light felt warm. I took a slow breath, waiting. Then, my little wings gave a soft, tiny flutter. Oh? I can move. Right beside me, a small figure stood holding a mini duckling. I gave an easy hop toward the round yellow base and nudged it lightly with my beak. A pleasant little tap echoed softly against the white surface. Everything felt steady, peaceful, and brand new. I settled comfortably right beside the yellow base, listening to the silence.