A Slight Shift

The fibers beneath my feet felt unexpectedly soft. I blinked, letting my single visible eye take in the textured grey ground and the pale baseboard behind me. Curiously, my rigid fingers responded when I willed them to move. I lowered one gloved hand from its pose and gently brushed a loose carpet fiber by my boot. It yielded. Standing quietly against the trim, I took a steady breath, fully awake.