A Tiny Spark

Wait, did my fingers just twitch? I blinked, and the glossy surface beneath my boots suddenly felt firm and real. I loosened my grip on the lightning bolt in my hand and tapped its tip gently against the printed cover. Tap, tap! A tiny, soft click echoed. I really moved! I stretched my legs, gave a little triumphant grin, and settled back right where my printed team was leaping forward.