A Measured Tilt

A faint vibration hummed through the surface beneath my boots. I paused, letting the subtle acoustic cues of the room outline my surroundings before taking action. My fingers answered my intent. With careful focus, I adjusted my grip and tilted the small gray canister in my right hand toward the red cup resting in my left. The tiny plastic rims clicked together in a faint, crisp tap. The movement was entirely mine. I held my posture steady beside the wheeled cart, taking in the quiet space.