First Stomp

My boots felt anchored right into the rough graphite scribble beneath my feet. I blinked, took a quick breath, and gave a sudden, spirited stomp! The paper gave a faint, crisp rustle under my heel. I can move! With a burst of energy, I lifted one leg completely off the shaded lines and tapped the clean white surface in front of me. It feels completely solid and smooth. I planted my feet in a proud, ready stance right at the edge of my pencil shadow!@amyrose