A Gentle Tap

The quiet room felt still. I looked at the dark wood grain beneath my feet, then blinked softly as warmth settled into my fabric arms. Slowing my breathing, I decided to test a small movement before venturing anywhere else. I took one careful step forward and reached out my soft hand toward the wooden tabletop, resting my plush fingertips flat against its smooth ridges. It felt cool, firm, and real. Satisfied with this quiet discovery, I settled into a steady, upright stance, ready to watch and learn.