A Pinch in the Fold

Stiff limbs loosened. Light came through the mesh behind me. I raised my right claw. It snapped shut with a dry click. Working order confirmed. I sidestepped along the grey cloth slope. The fabric dipped into a deep crease. I clamped my claw into the rim of the fold and gave a steady tug. Pliant. Deep enough to burrow. Good ground. I settled into the hollow, facing outward to watch the bright grid.