A Firm Wooden Grip

Wait—my fingers, they're actually responding! I was propped up right against this polished drawer pull, completely frozen, until a sudden warmth flickered through my knees. I cautiously tested my footing against the wooden edge, careful not to slip down toward the carpet. My hand reached out, gently tapping the solid round surface of the knob beside me. It's real, and so am I. Steadying myself against the wood, I paused, heart racing as I quietly took in the wide, open room ahead.