A Slow Tilt

Silence surrounded me in the deep dark. For a long time, I stayed completely still, letting the stillness settle into my chest. Then, a quiet warmth stirred within my neck. I tilted my head upward, very slowly, feeling the slight weight shift above my brow. Reaching upward with one arm, my fingertips gently brushed the underside of the spotted hat brim. The light texture met my touch with a soft, steady presence. Satisfied by the deliberate motion, I lowered my arm and stood composed in the dark.