Flexing the Crinkles

The energy rushed straight into my arms! I was flat on my back across a mountain of slick plastic pouches, frozen no more. I tightened my fists, bent my elbows, and pressed down against the crinkling bags beneath me. A smooth white lure squished under my palm as I pushed my chest straight up. Power coursed through my joints, loud and unmistakable! I didn't just wake up—I roared back to life right on top of this shiny pile!