A Slumped Awakening

Silence settled thick against the checkered tiles. I was slumped in the corner, motionless, until a sudden spark hummed deep within my joints. My tilted head lifted by an inch. I tightened my fingers around the small black microphone resting in my hand, tapping its base lightly against the cold floor. The faint click echoed off the wall behind me. I am here. Still sitting, yet no longer an empty shell.