A Soft Fold

The warm light around the room felt remarkably still. My hand rested near my chin, just as it always had, but then I felt the soft texture of the bedsheet beneath my shoes. I paused, taking a quiet breath to be certain. Slowly, I lowered my right hand and touched the gentle crease in the grey fabric beside me. It smoothed out softly under my palm. I stood upright, looking around the calm space, quietly glad to be here.