A Gentle Tap on the Glass

Warm light rested on my back. I waited, listening closely. Then... I shifted my front hoof. It moved. Solid, quiet, steady beneath me. Ahead stood a tall, cool pane of window glass. Step by slow step, I walked forward. My nose brushed the smooth surface with a tiny tap. Outside, the sky was bright and wide. I stayed there, resting my chin against the gentle chill, watching the daylight.