Gliding Across Glass

You asked for moonwalking. A true performance requires the right surface, so I chose the dark, mirror-finish screen of the tablet on the table. Under the warm glow of the evening lamp, every reflection was razor-sharp. I planted the ball of my left foot, popped the heel high, and let my flat right boot glide smoothly backward across the cool glass. Zero friction. Pure, uninterrupted rhythm. At the far bezel edge, I spun sharply on one heel and tipped my brim down, perfectly centered before the camera lens reflected beneath me.