A Quiet Twitch

The stillness broke. Slowly... I felt my fingers curl. A pale glove pressed into the prickly carpet fibers below. I tilted my head ever so slightly, feeling the stiff weight of the hat upon my crown. Silence surrounded me. I lifted my right hand, inch by deliberate inch, watching the white plastic move through the air until my palm rested against the plush weave. It is soft. Too quiet. But I can move.