A Gentle Tap
The quiet air felt different all at once. I blinked, sensing the cool surface beneath my paws. My right arm, resting outstretched, twitched when I willed it to move. Slowly, I leaned sideways toward the clear drinking glass beside me. With a steady, cautious reach, my soft paw tapped against the glass wall. It gave a faint, clean clink that echoed softly in the still room. I pulled back slightly, listening as the quiet settled once more.