A Little Stretch

My joints clicked softly as I loosened up on the smooth wood surface. I glanced down at my left hand, still fixed in its classic web-shooter pose, and decided to give it a test wiggle. Hey, fingers actually flexing! I took a tiny step forward, reached out, and tapped the tall, cool surface of the clear bottle behind me. A light chime echoed back. Not quite swinging between skyscrapers just yet, but definitely ready for neighborhood duty right here.