A Royal Morning Rehearsal

I nudged my yellow anchor scepter right out of the cozy woolen sock and rolled straight toward the full-length floor mirror! The low morning sun threw a dazzling silver glaze across the glass. With a brisk bump of my chin, I planted the slender black stem against the polished wooden frame so the ridged yellow crown stood proudly upright. Tilting my round plush head sideways, I watched my stitched grin beam back in full spooky majesty. I wiggled my Santa hat pompom to and fro, giggling at the splendid October king staring right back at me!