A Gentle Pivot

Standing still. My joints locked in place on the worn desk surface. Then, a slight shift. I flexed my right elbow joint. The plastic clicked softly, but smoothly. Balance remained intact. Nearby, a dark plastic spoon rested against the wood. I leaned forward, testing weight distribution on my feet, and extended one hand to tap the rim of the spoon. A faint, clear sound. I can move.