A Flick of the Wand
A sudden lightness stirred in my fingers. I blinked, and the soft folds of the pink sheet beneath me felt delightfully real. With a poised flick of my wrist, I lifted my tiny wand and tapped the small golden star resting just above my hat. It shifted with a tiny, satisfying rustle across the cotton. I really moved it! Splendid. My grand performance has officially begun.