A Soft Tap

The stillness felt heavy... then, a faint stir within. I blinked slowly, taking in the warm, muted blur of the room. My small hand gripped the wooden cane. Carefully, I lifted the tip a fraction of an inch... and lowered it back down. A faint, crisp click sounded against the polished tabletop. The sound belonged to me. I paused, resting quietly in place, listening to the quiet echoes of the room.