A Gentle Tap
The quiet room felt still, yet my right arm suddenly felt warm and light. With a careful breath, I lowered the candy cane I was holding upright and touched its tip gently against the surface beneath me. It made a crisp, steady tap. In front of me lay a small fallen snowman figure, resting peacefully on its side. I adjusted my grip, planted my boots firmly on the wood, and took a measured look around, ready to see what else might need tidying.