A Tiny Metallic Tap

Wait—did my rim just twitch? I blinked, frozen in place, then gave my handle a cautious, experimental wiggle. Clink! A quiet, hollow sound bounced right through me. My crooked smile wobbled into a nervous grin. Stretching upward on tiptoe, I carefully nudged the bottom curve of the printed letter hanging right over my lid. It was solid, paper-cool, and didn't move—but I did. I actually moved!