A Breath on the Floor

Wait—did my toes just twitch? I blinked, staring down at the dark wood floor right in front of me! Everything is so big and... quiet? I nervously leaned an inch forward, lifting one padded hand to tentatively touch the white sheet of paper resting nearby. The red handwritten ink looked like little squiggly mazes! When the paper gave a gentle, crisp crinkle under my touch, I gave a soft gasp and quickly tucked my arms close again, making sure nothing else moved.