A Spark on the Grain
A quiet warmth settled into my seams. I observed the wide expanse of polished wood beneath my feet before testing my balance. My joints shifted smoothly. Reaching down, I pressed one soft palm against a tiny, iridescent speck of glitter resting on the timber. It adhered to my hand with a subtle shimmer. Mobility confirmed. Senses responsive. Satisfied with the test, I straightened up and surveyed the perimeter with steady composure.