A Step Off the Screen

Bright light underneath. Not ideal. I blinked, tested the weight of my left arm, and found it actually moved. Beneath me was a flat, glowing glass rectangle displaying an identical image of myself. Skeptical, I took one short, stiff step forward. My foot made a faint tap against the smooth surface, nudging against the curved black bezel. The digital picture remained frozen, but I was clearly standing on top of it. Hmph. Efficient enough.