A Gentle Adjusting Touch

I opened my eyes against the soft grey carpet. Above me rose the warm spots of a plush leopard cushion. My limbs, once still, felt light and responsive. Quietly, I tested my right arm, lifting it with deliberate calm. Across my lap rested a small companion doll in turquoise. With steady precision, I reached forward, lightly steadying the tiny figure against my skirt so she wouldn't tilt. The quiet fabric beneath us held firm. I remained seated, upright and poised.