A Gentle First Hop

The wooden surface felt smooth and cool beneath my paws. In front of the bright screen, two figures stood frozen—one waving high, the other standing small and quiet. I blinked softly, realizing my floppy ears could twitch. Carefully, taking a slow breath, I nudged forward just an inch to press my nose against the tiny yellow shoe on the wood. It was real, solid, and still. I stayed nestled right there, watching them peacefully.