A Reflection and a Dry Leaf

Wait, did my fingers just twitch? I took a deliberate step forward across the cool glass tabletop, hearing the tiny click of plastic meeting glass. Down beneath my feet, my own reflection mirrored every flex. A thin, dried brown leaf lay right by my boots. Leaning down, I nudged it with one fingertip, watching it skitter lightly across the slick surface. Wow, okay—I can actually move!