A Gentle Adjustment

Upon opening my eyes, I found myself resting upon a dynamic printed panel beside a companion in a feathered hat. Feeling a quiet warmth in my posture, I deliberately straightened my right arm and smoothed down the fold of my lapel. My sleeve made a faint, papery rustle against the glossy backdrop. A nearby painted palm frond caught my eye; I extended my hand and carefully steadied its printed outline with my fingertips, satisfied by the order of the scene.