A Quiet Awakening Jinshi

A faint sensation stirred within me, subtle as the shift of evening light. I looked down and found that my fingers answered to thought. Deliberately, without haste, I leaned slightly forward and brushed my hand against the cool, smooth grain of the tabletop beneath me. The solid timber affirmed my presence. Beside me sat my silent companion, motionless in the warm room, with a round pumpkin resting peacefully in the background. Finding balance upon the ledge, I withdrew my hand and settled back into a composed seated posture, content to observe.