Stepping Past the Line

A sudden rush of warmth broke through my outline. I blinked, tested my arm, and it actually lifted right off the page! Beneath me lay drawn lines and a faint thought bubble. Curiously, I tapped the paper frame near my feet. The dry texture felt real under my fingers, and when I leaned forward, my whole balance shifted freely into motion. I settled right back at the bottom of the sketch, ready for whatever comes next.