A Shift in the Light

The bright noon glow from the window warmed the patterned fabric across my legs. For a long moment, I simply watched. Then, slowly, my right arm responded to an internal impulse. I lifted it slightly, tilting my rounded hand until the midday sunlight caught its glossy facets. Tiny scattered glints danced against the dark polished wood of the tall dresser right beside me. The reflections shifted with each careful turn of my wrist. I paused, resting my arm back against the carpet, quietly observing the calm room.