A Tap on the Table

My boots were firmly planted on the cool dark surface. I blinked, and the white curtain behind me fluttered ever so slightly. Could I move? I wiggled my left arm, hearing a tiny plastic click. It moved! Excited, I leaned forward and tapped the glossy table with one knuckle. *Tap!* A neat little sound bounced right back to my ears. I am here, on this wide open table, ready to explore.