A Soft Clatter
Click. Snap. My joints decided to negotiate! I stared straight up at the dim ceiling, then gave my left wrist a sudden, experimental flick. Thump! That oversized glove dropped right into a fold of the white sheet. The fabric puffed, wrinkling around my fingers like miniature mountain ridges. I pressed down, feeling the springy mattress give way beneath me. Alive? Apparently. And surprisingly noisy about it.