A Gentle First Turn

The air was quiet and cool. I blinked, sensing the soft warmth wrapped around my body. Beneath me lay a flat, patterned surface. Behind my ear, something smooth rested against the fabric. Slowly, I reached back with one small hand. My fingers met a golden fidget spinner. With a steady, patient nudge, I gave it a soft push. It spun silently in the dim room, swirling in place. I watched the golden arms blur and settle, breathing in the calm evening.