A Slight Flex

The room was dim and still. Beneath my stone base, the marble surface felt smooth and cool. Slowly, an unfamiliar pulse drifted through my coils. I paused, testing the sensation. With deliberate care, I tightened my outermost spiral just a millimeter inward, listening to the quiet chime of air moving through the gap. The pale light across the table shifted along my ridges. I relaxed my curve back against the kitchen backdrop, feeling grounded, awake, and entirely at peace.