A Little Click

My fingers felt weirdly warm. I was holding up two fingers like I always do, but then my wrist actually twitched. I slowly lowered my hand, looking around at the squishy grey cushions beneath my feet. Just a few inches away sat a colorful puzzle cube, slightly tilted on the fabric. I leaned forward, curious, and nudged the edge of its blue face with my fingertip. It gave a soft, dry click as a layer shifted. Whoa. I really just moved that.