A Bow to the Floorboards

Curtain up! A sudden warmth clicked right into my joints. I loosened my clasped fingers, tapped one round polished shoe against the warm wooden floor, and felt the delightful click reverberate. Leaning slightly forward, I reached out to touch the coarse, textured woven fabric hanging above me from the sofa side. It prickled under my glove, solid and thoroughly real. What marvelous stage dressing! I adjusted my posture with a jaunty little tilt, planted both feet firmly, and beamed into the quiet room.