Fluttering Off the Page

Blink... then a wiggle! My yellow sleeves felt light and breezy. I gave my fingers a tiny flutter, and the paper beneath me whispered back. Right beside my boots, a faint sketched heart sat quietly on the page. Curious, I leaned down and tapped its pencil outline with a soft sleeve tip. A gentle rustle rose up—and I knew, with a happy hop, I could move on my own now!