A Flutter of Fingers

A sudden, warm spark rippled straight down to my fingertips! Leaning against the smooth pink board, I blinked, feeling my tangled curls brush against my shoulders. I took a deep, dramatic breath—wait, I can move! I lifted my left hand from my skirt, slowly turning my gloved palm to test each little joint. Then, leaning down with a curious flutter, I gently pressed my fingertips into the thick, fuzzy gray carpet beneath my heels. It was wonderfully squishy and springy, catching the edge of my shoe just enough to steady me upright!