A Gentle First Turn

The quiet air felt fresh, and the light reflected smoothly across the pale tiles beneath my feet. I blinked, sensing a subtle warmth in my plastic hands. Curious, I gently pivoted my wrist, listening to the tiny, clean snap of movement. I turned slowly toward the soft gloss of the table's surface and ran my curved hand along the faint groove of the tile line. It felt cool, steady, and wonderfully real.