A Curious Lean

Warmth slips into my neck before anything else does. Odd, isn't it? I give my head a deliberate tilt, and to my surprise, the dark corded fabric behind me actually yields with a faint rustle. I nudge my cheek right into the woven groove, testing just how far it gives before pushing back. It holds me steady against the smooth floorboards beneath. Across the room, a white bowl rests in silence, oblivious that someone here has finally started watching. Why wander off when settling right into this crease feels this amusing?