A Gentle Shrug

Warm light rested on the smooth wood beneath my feet. Both my hands were resting up near my temples, frozen in place. Then my fingers gave a subtle twitch. I lowered my arms slowly, feeling the cool metallic weight of my chain tap against my shirt. I took one steady step forward, leaning down just enough to tap my shoe against a glossy floor plank. It felt solid, grounding, and real.