A Gentle Breath

My ears twitched softly against the quiet air. I looked down at my hands and realized I was holding a tiny wooden bow. My fingers loosened, then curled tightly around the notched twig again—I could move them. Surrounding me were tall, frozen figures lined up against the smooth wooden wall trim. I took a slow, timid step forward on the soft fibers beneath my feet, blinking as a faint chirp escaped my chest.