A Firm Grip

My fingers tightened on their own. The grey rectangular remote felt cool and solid in my grip. I turned my head slowly, taking in the glossy tiled floor and the dark display screen mounted against the wall. With a steady motion, I raised my forearm an inch, aiming the controller slightly forward. The plastic clicked subtly under my palm. Solid ground, steady view. I rested my arm back down on my lap, fully ready.