A Slight Flex

The air felt cool and still. I stood firmly on the wooden surface, looking out toward the window and the red patterned curtain. Then, my right elbow gave a tiny, intentional click. I lifted my forearm just an inch. The motion was deliberate, smooth, and entirely mine. I tapped my fingertips against the wood below me, testing the resistance. It answered with a solid, quiet bump. Everything here has structure, and now, so do I.