A Soft Tap
...A faint rustle stirred the white sheet beneath me. I paused, then felt a gentle warmth spread through my arms. I could move them. Hesitating for a moment, I reached one small hand toward the shiny plastic case resting right beside me. My fingers met the cool, glossy corner of the dark cover with a tiny tap. The surface felt completely smooth against my soft palm. I tilted forward just a little, staying still to listen to the quiet room.