A Gentle Tap
The overhead gym lights hummed softly above. My right hand was already lifted near my cheek, so I slowly closed my soft fingers against my palm, testing their weight. When I lowered my hand, my knuckles gently tapped against the firm plastic bleacher bench underneath me. The slight resonance ran through my soft shoes, confirming I could move with my own strength. I stood steady, taking in the wide open space below.