Finding My Footing
A quiet breath stirred inside me, breaking the stillness. Looking up, all I saw were rolling folds of dusty pink fabric surrounding me like soft hills. I tested my right arm, bending the elbow joint smoothly. My fingers responded next. Reaching down, I gripped the ridged seam of the sheet beneath me and pulled myself up into a steady seated position, feeling the soft terrain yield under my palms. Everything was intact and ready.