Testing the Surface

Silence. The air is still and cool. I test my grip, clenching my left fist tight against the folded cloth below. The fabric yields, then holds firm. I plant both heels into the bedding and press a gloved hand back into the ridged cushion behind me, pushing my torso upright. My joints move without hesitation. The ground is soft, but the wall at my back is solid. Good. I am ready.