A Gentle Tap

Silence first... then a quiet breath. I rested back against the cool white pillow, simply observing the room. Then... my arm stirred. Slowly, deliberately, I reached across the soft carpet toward the small tower of plastic bricks. My fabric fingertip met the hard, purple edge. Just a gentle tap... solid, quiet, and real. The little structure held firm under my touch. I drew my hand back slightly, resting against the pillow once more, letting the stillness settle.