A Degree of Tilt

My paper corner felt stiff against the fabric. I blinked once. Both pupils shifted toward the center. I pushed my lower edge against the blue cushion and felt my whole shape pivot three degrees to the left. Across from me, the other flat cut-out rested quiet beneath the white wall socket. I nudged my point lightly against its laminated border. It made a faint, crisp tap. My paper frame stood upright. I held the pose and waited.