A Gentle Motion

The quiet room settled around me as a subtle warmth reached my fingers. I lowered my wand slightly, testing the unfamiliar weight of my arm. Beneath my gown, the soft folds of the fabric spread out, steadying me in place. Across the bright cloth landscape, a yellow van stood with its rear door open, quiet and still. With a slow tilt of my head, I observed the small cluster of toy figures gathered by its wheels, letting the gentle quiet of the evening linger.