A Gentle Grip

A low hum vibrated beneath me. I blinked my optical line, processing the soft rise and fall of the green fabric beneath my feet. My joints clicked faintly as I tilted my head. Reaching out with my raised hand, my fingers made contact with the textured edge of the woven seatbelt strap running diagonally across the chest. The fiber was coarse and firm. With a small, quiet chirp, I carefully curled my fingertips around the strap to steady myself.