A Tap Against the Glass

A tiny tick stirred within my chest. I blinked, tilting slightly forward in the warm red-tinged glow. My skeletal fingers gave a dry click as they moved. Slowly, patiently, I reached out and let one slender fingertip tap against the transparent glass right in front of me. Clack. A light vibration traveled all the way up my arm. Ah... so I can move, and there is a cool clear wall right here.