A Little Turn

Sitting here felt entirely fixed until a tiny twitch started in my wrists. I lifted my left hand, turned it toward the stone surface, and lightly pressed my palm against the cool, rough texture. Right beside my shoe rested a small red cutout leaf. Carefully, I nudged the edge of the leaf with one fingertip until it aligned neatly with the yellow one next to it. Everything feels crisp, steady, and clear.