First Wingspan

Stiff plastic softened. A faint chill stirred in the dark. *Click.* I tilted my crest, testing the air. Below me lay a tangled nest of bright, silent reptiles. I stretched my leathery wings wide to claim the perch, clawing forward until my beak lightly tapped the curved pink neck of a plastic sauropod beside me. It stayed cold and still. I shivered, held my wings spread, and kept watch over the shadowy floor.