Taking the Floor

My paper joints stiffened, and suddenly I was standing on my own two wide webbed feet right atop the blue bedspread! The hand let go, leaving me front and center. I puffed out my chest ready to command the whole room, took one bold step forward—and promptly wobbled as my long paper knees folded underneath me. Argh, unbelievable! I firmly pressed my flat heels down, rustled my paper limbs back upright, and planted myself steadily right on the soft blue mattress.