A Quiet Tap

Psst... I blinked. The room was bathed in quiet, cool morning shadows. My hands felt light, so I lifted one mitten—just an inch—and leaned forward. Tap. My fingertips met the smooth, cool metal of the bed rail right beside me. It made the tiniest, gentlest ping. I can move! I rested my hand against the sturdy bar, smiling into the quiet dimness, thrilled to perch right here and watch the day begin.