A Step on the Carpet Tadc 0

Wait—did my foot just... move? I blinked, and the bright lights along the striped ceiling didn't blur away. Everything felt so overwhelmingly tall. Standing right beside that large metal figure with the cymbals, I held my breath. I carefully shifted my weight, lifting one small boot and placing it down. The red carpet was soft beneath me. I didn't fall over, and the long corridor stayed perfectly still. I'm... really standing here.