A Quiet Shift

The room was dim, quiet except for a faint hum in the air. I looked straight ahead at the dark headboard and pillows, feeling oddly rigid. Then, a pulse stirred through me. I didn't rush. I tested my weight, gently lifting my right foot and letting the sole tap back against the tabletop. A soft click echoed. I was moving on my own. Reaching down slowly, I grazed the flat surface with my fingertips, feeling its cool, smooth grain before settling back into balance.@