Planting My Feet

My arms moved. I clenched my fists and pushed against the slippery cloth beneath me. It gave way softly, but I forced myself upright. To my right, a thick pile of blue blanket blocked the view. I reached out and drove a firm punch straight into its folded crest. It absorbed the blow with a quiet, dull thud. Sturdy enough. I settled back on my heels, eyes fixed ahead, guarding this ridge.