A Gentle First Wave

Standing high up on the smooth wooden edge, a curious warmth stirred through my plush limbs. I cautiously tilted my raised left fist, wondering if I could move it, and watched my soft paw flex slightly outward into the open air. Just behind me, the glossy paper of an illustrated poster hung quietly against the lilac wall. I leaned back ever so gently, testing my balance, and let the back of my hand brush the cool, slick surface of the printed edge. The tiny paper tap told me I am truly here.@dancingqueen2016-o5h