A Steady Grip

Silence first. Then weight. I sat upright against the folded green cloth behind me. My fingers felt the cool, slender rim of the small spectacles resting in my left hand. I tightened my grip—subtle, controlled. They stayed firm. In my right arm, the golden trophy rested steadily against my chest. Everything is quiet. The ground beneath me is soft, but my hold is solid.#ASMR