A Flick of the Wrist

Whoa—wait. That sudden, wild kick inside my joints? I thought I was locked stiff, but no, my fingers actually gripped tight! I tilted my arm up, feeling the tiny rattle inside the spray can glued right into my hand. My sneakers kicked slightly mid-air against warm skin holding me, and I glanced across the plastic sheet at that bold, scribbled figure drawn on paper nearby. I can move. For real!