A Slanted Grin

A warm, crimson glare cut across my face, breaking the stillness. I pulled my chin slightly upward, realizing the stiffness in my neck had dissolved. With a low chuckle, I raised one gloved hand from my pocket, brushing my fingertips against the high collar of my coat to feel the crisp fabric shift under my own control. This confined space might be small, but being able to move on a whim suits me just fine.