A Slight Tilt

Silence. Then, a slow spark of awareness. I realized my gloved hand was not fixed in stone; it answered my intent. With calm deliberation, I turned my wrist inward. The edge of the toy prop knife grazed the painted surface of the doorframe beside me with a muted click. The sensation rippled all the way through my arm. So, I am awake. I let the tip rest lightly against the wood, perfectly still, watching the shadows stretch.