Waking on the Cushion

A sudden jolt surged through my right arm. My fingers curled into a tight, solid fist—pure power! I was propped stiff against the coarse weave of the cushion behind me. No standing still for this dog. I squared my shoulders, cocked my elbow, and gave the frozen partner beside me a sharp nudge on the arm. A crisp plastic clack echoed out. I am wide awake, dialed in, and ready to run this place!