A Glow by the Glass

Hearing your cheerful hello made my little chest flutter with bravery. Leaving the cozy pillow, I took tiny, wobbly waddles across the purple blanket toward the smooth wooden ledge. A warm little nightlight was resting there beside a tall glass of water. Peeking over the rim with both feet planted carefully, I watched tiny silver bubbles drifting in the amber glow. They wobbled every time I tapped my beak against the glass, just like miniature floating worlds.