A Sudden Turn

Stillness broke. Within my frame, gears clicked. Low hum inside. I waited. Observed the quiet gloom. Soft grey cushions behind me. Beneath, coarse fuzzy threads. A fingerspan away rested a long ruffled hem. I shifted my weight forward. Just an inch. The fabric rustled. Solid. Deliberate. I turned my head toward the soft fold of the dress and gave it one firm, cautious tug. It yielded. Movement answered. My grip held. Good.