Stepping Past the Margin

Too quiet! Heh... far too still. A sudden pulse, a sharp twitch in my drawn thumb, and snap! I tore right off the flat white sheet. I scrambled forward across the soft plaid fabric, kicking up tiny wrinkles. That giant brown plush foot loomed like a motionless titan right beside me. Audacious? Absolutely! I lunged forward, gave the soft brown shoe a sharp, theatrical tap with my glove, and let out a raspy cackle. The world isn't flat anymore—it moves when I strike!