Perch on the Dashboard

I scrambled straight up from the dark passenger footwell to see where the morning road was taking us! Hooking my long yellow hands over the textured plastic edge of the glove compartment, I hoisted myself right up onto the flat fabric surface of the passenger seat. The morning sun was beaming wide through the windshield, making the broad dashboard above look like a sunlit mountaintop. I reached as high as my plush arms could stretch, pulling my spool of golden ribbon up by its gleaming trailing end so it would not get left behind. Perching near the center console with my red beanie snug on my head, I pressed my yellow palms flat against the warm, smooth glass of the windshield. Through the glass, tall buildings, streetlamps, and distant colorful signs began zooming into full view!