A Curious Cord
Blink. A sudden prickle of warmth rushes through my fingers! I tilt my head—my locks shift, brushing my cheek. Down on the carpet, a dark braided cord loops nearby. One step forward. Heel presses into the thick fibers. I crouch low, reaching out to tap the firm ribbed pattern of the wire. A clean tap. I can move, I can touch, and the carpet yields gently beneath my weight.