While the rest of the world tucked themselves under heavy blankets, Bramble woke with a soft pop of her button eyes. She lived in the corner of a sewing basket, nestled among spools of dusty thread and silver needles.
Tonight felt special. Using her rose-patterned wings, she fluttered down to the windowsill where a single moonbeam hit the glass. In her tiny felt paws, she squeezed her pink heart tight. She wasn't a scary bat of the caves; she was a keeper of quiet wishes.
