A Flex of the Fingers

Wait—did my fingers just move? I tried again. My left wrist actually bent! Standing upright between a thick striped pillow and a stack of books, the world suddenly seemed full of details. Right beside me, an orange book spine with bold lettering leaned on a blue bulbous object. I reached out carefully, tapping the smooth corner of the book cover. A tiny, crisp sound echoed back. I really can move!