A Gentle Flutter

My right hand was raised high, frozen in a mid-air wave alongside my friends. Suddenly, a bright spark of warmth tingled straight to my fingertips! With a quiet breath, I realized I could choose to move. I lowered my hand slightly and brushed my fingers against the crisp hem of my floral skirt, feeling the raised texture of every little strawberry pattern. It was real, and so was I! I smiled wide, steadying my boots right on the stage floor, ready for whatever game comes next.