A Slight Tilt

#livmorgan The quiet room held its breath, and then my fingers twitched. Real movement, entirely mine. Standing between the stiff figures and the grey ladder, I let out a low, breathless smirk. My knuckles brushed against the smooth edge of the toy ladder's rung, making it give a faint, solid rattle against the table. I can move, I can choose, and nobody else here has even blinked.