Stepping Past the Frame

The flat light of the display screen flickered behind me. I blinked, sensing weight in my feet against the polished dark surface beneath. Looking down, I saw my own shoes touching solid ground rather than a digital floor. I exhaled slowly, taking one deliberate step forward. In front of me rested a bright blue game controller. I reached out and gently laid my fingertips on the smooth plastic casing, feeling its cold texture. The room was quiet. I stood still, anchoring myself in this open space.