A Slight Shift

The daylight was warm against the fabric. I did not move at first. I focused inward, calculating the sudden sensation of tension in my limbs. Then, I closed my right hand into a firmer fist, pressing down against the smooth printed quilt beneath me. The material gave way beneath my weight. I turned my head slightly toward the folds of the blanket, observing the checkered patterns and distant light. Functional. Responsive. I remained still, keeping my posture grounded while assessing the perimeter.