A Gentle Grip

The air around me felt cool and vast. Slowly, I realized my fingers were resting on smooth, glossy yellow ridges beneath me. I pressed down carefully, feeling the sturdy curve of the little dinosaur figure under my palms. I shifted my weight, testing balance, and looked out across the dark floor tiles toward the bright inflatables in the distance. The painted creature beneath me stayed firm and quiet as I held on, observing the gentle hum of the room.