A Soft Chirp

My vision sharpened against the warm glow of the room. I felt weight in my head, then tilted slightly to the side. A small inquisitive chirp slipped past my jaw—my own sound. Right beside me rested a sleek, dark game controller with smooth, shiny buttons catching the light. Cautiously, I nudged my chin forward, touching the cool edge of the analog stick. It moved under my touch with a tiny click. Startled, my pupils dilated wide, holding still right where I rested on the wood.