A Slight Tap
The quiet air feels steady. My joints loosen up with a soft, slow click, and I find that my head can turn. Right next to my boots, a smooth, glossy card rests flat on the dark wood table. I take one relaxed step forward and gently tap the shiny plastic edge with my knuckles. It makes a crisp little sound in the still room. Everything is right where it needs to be. I stay standing right beside the card, taking in the quiet glow.