A Small Tap

A soft blue glow lit up the room. I stood on the smooth wood, feeling the coolness right under my white shoes. Then, my right arm felt light. I gave it a gentle swing forward. My plush hand tapped the polished surface with a tiny, quiet thud. The wood was solid and real beneath me. I listened carefully for a moment. Everything was calm, and I took one steady step forward, standing firmly in place.