A Firm Tap

Stiff... then not stiff. I blinked. Heavy weight on head. Good weight. Bucket stays on. I twitched my right arm. It moved. Forward, I reached out. Hand hit the brown textured case lying right beside me. Tap. Dull thump. Solid. I gave it one more stubborn nudge with my palm, shifting it a fraction. Path ahead is clear enough. I rested back against the green cup.