A Slight Give in the Webbing

A low, rhythmic hum reached through the seat cushion first. When I tested my left arm, the stitched fingers relaxed and then flexed cleanly against the air. Across my chest, a dark woven strap held me snug. I nudged my shoulder forward an inch, feeling the spring-loaded resistance click and give just enough room to breathe. Nearby, a purple can sleeve sat quiet in the plastic tray. It seems I am here, safely fastened and fully awake.# The way to check if you’re ready to go