A Measure of Composure

A stiff shudder ran down my spine, and suddenly, my limbs answered my call. How terribly abrupt. I lowered my outstretched arms, letting out a faint sigh of relief, only to notice the glossy dark surface standing directly behind me. Tilting slightly, I reached out a single padded hand and tapped its cold, polished glass. A subtle, clear click echoed in the stillness. It seemed this vast, silent expanse was my stage for the evening. Dignity intact, I smoothed my locks and stood firmly upon the stone.