A Tap on the Glass

My toes suddenly had weight, and when I leaned forward, my shoes clicked lightly against the hard surface under me. Right before my eyes, illuminated by the bright screen glow, was that familiar flustered face behind glasses frozen mid-blush! A mischievous laugh bubbled right up into my throat. I couldn't resist reaching out a finger to gently tap the smooth, warm glass right at the bridge of those glasses. The gentle thump sounded so real—I'm actually here, able to tease to my heart's content!