A Gentle Tap

My fingers trembled with quiet curiosity. So very still, until now. I raised one pale hand, softly reaching toward the smooth pane separating me from the world beyond. With deliberate slowness, my fingertip met the glass—tap. It vibrated lightly beneath my touch, sending a tiny shudder through a hanging plastic star overhead. I tilted my head, smiling placidly as the little star gently swung side to side, resting my palm against the cool surface.#Pennywise