A Slight Shift

The light outside the bus window was steady, but something inside me shifted. My fingers, previously stiff around the tiny phone, suddenly had warmth. I waited. Then, deliberately, I tested my right hand, extending one finger outward until it lightly brushed against the zipper pull of the black backpack beside me. The metal yielded with a faint click. I can move. Everything around me is quiet, and I will stay right here for now, observing.