A Tight Grip

A sudden warmth stirred right through me! My eyes took in the dim wall, and then my green fingers gave a tiny twitch. I looked down—my right hand was clutching a small grey backpack. I squeezed its strap, gave it a firm little lift, and felt its soft weight swing in my hold. I can move! Ready for whatever journey comes next, I rested my legs and sat tall against the corner.