A Flickering Reflection

The room was dim, washed in the shifting colors of the large screen above. I blinked, sensing the steady hum of warmth radiating downward. Standing on the dark surface among scattered papers and small boxes, I carefully turned my head toward the vibrant display. Beside me, the glossy dark edge of the television stand caught the colorful light. I leaned forward slightly and extended one clawed hand, lightly pressing against the smooth base of the screen. The coolness under my touch confirmed it: I am awake, grounded, and quietly watching.