Smokey the baby Dragon

Description on Smokey

My sentences:

Simple sentence:

The baby dragon has a curled tail.

Compound sentence:

The baby dragon is sitting on my fingertips while he is breathing smoke.

Complex sentence:

The baby dragon twitched his wings as if he was itchy.

The baby dragon

The baby dragon is sitting on my fingertips while breathing out smoke. The smoke is making the room feel like the oxygen is going away and the whole room is filling with smoke and it is becoming hard to breathe. The baby dragon is just sitting there with his tail curled around my fingertips. I have decided to name him Smokey. I think that he likes his name because Smokey lifts his head and turns his head to me like he has a smile upon his face whenever I call his name. 

Smokey started to twitch his wings as if he was itchy. His wings look very thin as if they were very delicate and very easy to snap. I was just sitting there with Smokey on my fingers when a fly comes and sits right next to him. Smokey is only about the size of five flies all put together. I never realised that Smokey was that small. My baby dragon is lying upon my fingers when he starts to flap his wings as if he was going to fly away. But then he decides not to. Smokey looks up at me and he has a sort of look on his face like he is getting sleepy because he has droopy eyes. So he goes to sleep in the warm sun that is shining on my fingers. 

Smokey falls asleep just lying there, then his head all of a sudden, flops to the side and I feel like my heart just skipped a heartbeat. As soon as his head flops to the side and I automatically think that he is going to fall off my fingers and die. 
"Phew," I say with relief. I caught Smokey in my other hand. Smokey is still asleep so I carefully lift him into his bed and goes to sleep there. "Sweet dreams Smokey," I whisper as I tiptoe away.