Two Fingers Up

A soft click seemed to loosen my wrists. Wait, can I actually wiggle these? My two peace-sign fingers gave a tiny twitch, real and light against the air! I leaned forward, testing my footing on the smooth wooden boards. Just across the floor, another plush pal in a tie-dye shirt stood quietly observing. I gave my raised hand a cheerful little flutter toward them, feeling the smooth wood solid beneath my dark shoes.