Lowering My Hands

My arms were held up beside my temples, frozen in a rigid pose beneath the ceiling light. Then, a faint warmth hummed along my elbow pins. I blinked, tested the tension in my wrists, and slowly eased my hands down toward my sides. The soft fabric of the blue sheet bunched beneath my bare feet caught my attention. I reached down and lightly tugged at a fold of the cloth, watching it shift silently across the floor.