A Gentle Flutter
The quiet room felt steady beneath my feet. I paused, taking in the soft carpet and the dim evening glow. Then, I tested my right arm. It lifted smoothly without resistance. I reached forward and gently tapped the blue ribbon pinned to my chest. The satin fluttered against my fingertips with a tiny, crisp rustle. The balance felt just right, and I rested my arm back down, fully awake and ready.