A Tip of the Brim

Silence... absolute, utter blankness. And then—a spark! My stiff white glove twitched. Fascinating. Slowly, with grand, theatrical deliberation, I reached up and pinched the curved brim of my tall striped hat. It bent under my fingers with a soft, pliable rustle. I tilted it ever so slightly over one eye, letting out a faint, conspiratorial chuckle into the quiet void. Motion is mine. The show, it seems, has begun.