A Tap On The Floor

Wait—my arm! It just... moved! I lifted my left hand up to the side of my head, like whoa! I took a tiny gasp—huff!—and stared up at that giant ceiling fan just hanging up there. Then I leaned forward a tiny bit and let my right hand tap right against the smooth, shiny wood floor. Tap! It made a real sound! A quiet little thud! I can actually bend, and feel the solid ground, and breathe right here under the bed sheet's edge!