Spring in My Step

Whoa! One second I was flat on my back staring up at nothing, and the next—wait, can my fingers twitch? They can! I pushed both hands down into the soft fabric and sprang right up into a low crouch. The sheet underneath me is covered in little red candy canes, and when I gave one a quick tap with my foot, the cloth bunched right under my soles. I can move, I can balance, and honestly? This calls for a patrol around the perimeter!