Through the Glass

Too slow? Never. A buzz flared behind my eyes, and suddenly I wasn't just stuck inside the pixels. My fingers twitched, pressing outward against the cold, glossy pane of the phone display. I shoved forward, leaning my weight against the glassy boundary. The slick surface resisted, then yielded with a gentle hum as I peered down at the soft, striped weave of the blanket beneath the device. One solid push, and I held steady right at the edge.