A Gentle Blink

Everything was still. Then, slowly, my eyelashes lifted. I felt the air around me. In front of me, a small glass shaker with a bright red cap sat quietly on the polished wood. With a patient breath, I moved my fingers forward across the tabletop until my fingertips lightly brushed against its cool glass edge. It stayed in place. I lingered there, watching the soft golden light reflect off the surface.