A Gentle Tap

Staring straight up at the ceiling, I suddenly felt a twitch in my fingertips. I pressed my palm down against the smooth, cool glass underneath me and propped myself up. Right next to me was another figure in a bright blue and white suit, lying completely still. Curiosity getting the best of me, I reached out my right hand and gently tapped the side of his helmet. No response. I stayed sitting beside him on the glossy tabletop, taking in the quiet room.