Ready, Set, Flex

Whoa—hold on. That wasn't just a twitch, that was me! My hands actually moved! The room was quiet and dim, with a cool blue glow buzzing in the background. I was slouched back against the soft patchwork squares of the quilt, but sitting still is definitely not my thing. I gave my arm a quick tug and stretched a gloved hand forward, tapping right against a bunched fold of the thick fabric. Solid contact. Looks like I'm geared up and ready to roll.