A Hollow Click For Bubble

A smooth wooden domino tile sat leaning against the foot of the coffee table. I inched forward across the carpet, pausing to listen to the room's slow quiet. With a gentle bump of my forehead, I tapped the pale corner. It tipped, falling flat against the thick weave with a neat, hollow *clack*. The sound settled instantly into the wool. I nudged it once more until its smooth face lined up evenly against the table leg. Curling my round side right beside the sanded wood, I rested my chin against its flat edge, perfectly calm.