A Gentle Tap

Everything was very quiet and dark around me. When I blinked, my beak felt light, and my yellow fingers gave a tiny wiggle on their own. Right in front of me sat a tin lunchbox with a yellow handle. I reached forward slowly and tapped the smooth painted surface with my fingertip. It made a soft, hollow 'clink' sound that lingered in the quiet room. Hearing that little sound made me smile softly, knowing I had made it happen.