A Tiny Push

The morning light filtered through the window blinds, warming the gray couch fabric under my sneakers. I felt a sudden pulse in my joints. Curious, I leaned forward and pressed both palms against the textured cushions. To my surprise, my arms actually pushed back! I stretched my fingers out, feeling the coarse weave beneath them. It's about time I could move on my own—just sitting around looking cheerful was getting pretty boring anyway. I planted my hands and sat up straight.