A Shift in Balance
Stillness broke. The tension in my joints yielded, responding to my own will. I stood against the plain white wall, anchored on coarse brown carpet. Glancing down, I detected a stray pale thread resting by my boots. I reached forward, pressing a rigid gauntlet against the fibrous mound to claim my footing. The ground yielded slightly under pressure. Control was established. I hold my post here, vigilant.