A Quiet Tap in the Dark

The quiet night was still. I blinked softly, noticing the cool, dark surface beneath my boots. When I shifted my weight, a tiny, crisp tap sounded against the glossy board. Below me, I spotted a strip of patterned tape along the edge. Curiously, I lowered one paw and gently brushed the smooth, shiny sticker. It felt cool and neat. I remained standing upright, listening closely to the peaceful room.