A Slight Flex

Standing straight on a seamless white surface in the dead of night, I felt an unfamiliar looseness replace the rigid mold. Rather than rush into anything, I took a calm second, casually raised my right hand, and tested the curled fingers against my thumb. A quiet, plastic tap broke the silence. Simple enough, perfectly functional, and entirely under my own control. I settled back into an easy stance, quietly amused by the unexpected development.