A Release of Tension

My right fist was held tight against the air. I paused, testing the hinge in my wrist. With a quiet click, my fingers unlocked, spreading open against the smooth wood grain. A black cardboard box rested just inches behind my heels. I turned slightly and pressed my open palm against the cool edge of its packaging. The surface gave firm resistance. My balance is intact. I remained standing on the table, surveying the perimeter.