A Slight Shift of the Sleeve
A sudden sensation stirred in my fingers. As a hand gently adjusted the hem of my coat, I felt the distinct weave of the fabric against my skin. Rather than remain rigid, I subtly turned my wrist, testing the range of my own joints. My sharp fingertips lightly grazed the smooth wooden edge behind me, confirming that I was truly upright, alert, and capable of deliberate movement.