Holding the Reins

The room was dim and quiet. I blinked, sensing weight beneath my boots. My hands, once rigid, responded when I told them to close. I sat straddled across the back of a green dinosaur figure parked near the toy truck. Slowly, I shifted my weight forward and rested my palm against its firm, molded neck. It didn't flinch. Everything around us was frozen in place, but I wasn't anymore. I took a breath, adjusted my grip, and kept my eyes on the perimeter.