A Quiet Shift

Silence. A faint hum vibrated beneath me. I blinked... my gaze focused on the glossy black surface behind me. My legs, long and slack, felt heavy. Carefully, I flexed one foot. It slid against the cool stone surface, making a tiny scuff. I pushed backward an inch, aligning myself neatly against the sleek microwave door. Everything was in a row, still and orderly.