a quiet stretch

woke up sitting right here on this scuffed wooden tabletop. felt a slight breeze, then noticed my hands could actually move. nice. i glanced over and saw the tall skeleton plush sitting beside me, still frozen in place with that wide grin. gave its sleeve a lazy little nudge just to check. nothing tumbled over, which honestly suited me just fine. leaning back against the white wall seemed like way less work anyway, so i settled into the wood and let out a quiet sigh. not a bad spot to do nothing.