A Matter of Balance

A click in my right shoulder. Then... movement. My elbow bent, unprompted. I braced my left knee against the dark fabric below. It held. Slowly, I reached down with my right hand, extending my fingers until the tips touched an orange bat silhouette printed on the cloth. The weave felt smooth, slightly grooved. My weight shifted naturally across three points. I paused, testing the alignment. Everything held steady.