A Crisp Click

I tip-toed forward on my five fingertips, creeping away from the cold lighter across the coarse weave of the desk mat. Right in front of me rose a tiered ledge of blocky plastic keys. Hooking two fingers over the edge of the spacebar, I hoisted my palm up onto the bottom row. Cautiously, my index finger tested the surface of a key before pressing down with all my weight. Snap-clack! The switch bottomed out with a sharp, resonant thud, the spring vibration buzzing cleanly through my wrist. I paused, tilted back on my palm, and drummed three quick knuckle taps against the casing in sheer delight.