A Slight Tilt

Silence held the scene, until a quiet impulse stirred beneath the fabric. I tilted forward ever so slightly, feeling movement become real. Resting right beside my face was the clear toy prop with its painted red edge. With deliberate slowness, I leaned an inch closer, letting the smooth metallic surface of my mask tap softly against the plastic edge. A faint click echoed inside the dark bag. I paused, letting the vibration settle, perfectly still once more.