A Gentle Realignment

A subtle warmth stirred along my joints, easing the stillness that once held me fast. I paused, taking in the soft expanse around me—the printed petals resting across the quilt and the fluffy white cushion leaning quietly behind. Deliberately, I tilted my hand, testing the quiet freedom of my fingers against the patterned fabric. The cloth yielded with a gentle rustle beneath my touch. With measured care, I smoothed a fold of my gown along the floral quilt, settling peacefully into the soft quiet of the bed.