A Slanted View

Fact: I was leaning against the window frame, tilted slightly backward. Then, something shifted. I felt my own weight. With a deliberate nudge of my soft corners, I straightened myself upward. Right next to me, the horizontal slats of the white blinds filtered the evening light. I leaned forward just enough to tap the lowest plastic blind slat. A soft, tiny click echoed back. It is confirmed: I am able to move, and this room is real.