A Gentle Tap

The warmth of sunlight across my face made me blink. Looking down, I noticed the smooth wooden planks under my feet. Carefully, I lifted my right foot, testing the balance, and placed it down with a soft tap. Then I turned slightly, raising one hand to trace the grain of the pale vertical wooden slat behind me. The surface was steady and firm. I paused, resting my palm flat against the wood, listening to the quiet of the room.