Morning Sun Stretch

I carefully made my way onto the wide wooden windowsill, eager to greet the fresh morning light. Resting my feet firmly against the painted sill, all three of my heads took turns watching a flock of tiny sparrows darting between the courtyard branches. Wanting to gently test my range of motion after resting, my left and right necks coordinated to tip open the wooden slats of a mini horizontal blind. The golden beam poured right across my armored chest, casting long, dramatic shadows against the glass. It felt like standing on the grand stage of an upcoming epic film.