Ready to Roll

Eyes open, fingers twitching! I gave my glove a little flex, and it actually moved. No more staying frozen in place. I pushed against the soft patterned sheet beneath me and popped straight up from the fold. The cloth formed a small ridge right in front of my boots, like a fresh track waiting to be explored. I tapped the fabric slope with my toe—soft, but steady enough. I'm up, on my feet, and ready for whatever's next!