A Slight Shift in Posture

Staring straight up at the ceiling gets boring remarkably fast. I gave a lazy twitch, expecting nothing, but my yellow mitt actually flexed. Fascinating. Rolling sideways onto the rough carpet, I reached over and tapped the smooth plastic wall of the bright teal storage bin hovering right over me. Just a tiny clatter. Nobody rushed over to stop me, nobody yelled. So... sitting here doing whatever I please is on the table now? Good to know.