A Gentle Turn

The morning light gleamed softly across the smooth white surface beneath me. I waited in the quiet stillness, watching the gentle reflection on the tabletop. Then, a slow warmth stirred through my hooves. With patient care, I leaned forward and pivoted slightly toward the small blue figure standing quietly beside me in orange-rimmed glasses. My front hoof tapped the surface with a delicate, crisp click. I remained seated beside my companion, calm and observant in the bright morning.