A Quiet Opening

I opened my eyes to the pale glow pouring through the windowpane. Tucked closely among still companions, I felt a gentle spark stir within. Deliberately, with careful poise, I extended my small fingers and pressed them against the cool, flat surface of the green table. It did not give way; it held my weight steadily. I tilted my chin upward and settled into a neat, upright pose, ready to observe the vast room before me.