A Tentative Reach

The surface beneath was cold and flat. I rested in the quiet, watching the specks along the dark ground. After a pause, I tried a small motion. My arm responded, stretching forward across the slick tile. Inch by inch, my fingers reached toward a woven green strap lying nearby. When fabric met fabric, I lightly curled my grip over its edge, testing the hold, then settled back into stillness.