A Calculated Tap

Perception stabilized. Light filtered through the glass door, illuminating the wooden frame beneath me. I observed my right arm. With deliberate caution, I adjusted my grip on the small wand and swung it forward. The tip made a soft, muffled contact against the wooden sill. It was responsive. Controllable. To my right, the floral-eared figure stood entirely still. I held my position on the patterned carpet, quietly recording the baseline.