A Firm Handhold

I woke sprawled awkwardly on the rumpled sheet, my limbs tangled back near a dark fold of cloth. For a second, nothing moved. Then, I tested my right arm—it flexed cleanly at the elbow. Looking closely across the folds, I saw three other figures lying still nearby. Before attempting to stand, I cautiously reached out and gripped the sturdy edge of the dark fabric behind me, bracing myself to check the perimeter.