A Silent Cue

A sudden warmth stirred through my joints. I realized my fingers could actually twitch and flex around my little prop. Gazing past my outstretched hands, I spotted the bright swirls of the hanging turquoise towel just inches away. Tilting my head in exaggerated pantomime curiosity, I leaned forward and gently tapped the soft fabric with the tip of my toy barrel. It yielded with a pleasant, cushiony give. Delighted by the discovery, I threw my head back in a wide, silent grin.