Testing the Ground

A quiet click broke the night air, and I realized it came from my own boots. My legs weren't frozen anymore. I gave a light step forward, feeling the slick, cool glass give back a perfect little reflection under the dim light. Right behind me rested a big pink hairbrush, stretched out like an easy barrier. I swung one hand back, tapping its smooth plastic casing with a steady tap-tap. Solid. Perfectly balanced. Standing right here on this smooth expanse, everything suddenly felt wide awake.