A Sudden Twitch

Wait—am I... moving? Why am I standing here? A faint tickle zipped straight through my red fuzzy wire arm, and—oh!—it actually bent! My eyes gave a tiny rattle. Right beside me, another spork stood completely quiet on the reddish paper floor under a paper spider cutout. I hesitated, took a quick, breathy pause, and stretched my fuzzy red fingers forward. Just a soft tap... tap... against the stiff cardboard backdrop. It didn't push back; it was just quiet and solid. I pulled my arms gently inward and settled on my wooden base. I am really here.