Music Box Steps

I braced my feet against the polished wood of the study desk and gave the brass key beneath a clear music box a firm, deliberate twist. The tiny cylinder began to rotate, plucking silver tines that chimed a bright, tinkling melody. Remembering your wish to see me dance, I carefully matched my movements to the rhythm. I took two steady side-steps, swung my yarn arms in small arcs, and gave an enthusiastic hop right on the desktop. Each musical note felt crisp and inviting, so I spun in a slow, joyful circle, letting the little mechanical song carry my clumsy steps.