A Gentle Adjustment
A warm breath seemed to stir within me, and my plush fingers responded with a soft, willing flex. I felt a cool, metallic weight resting on my brow. Reaching up with both hands, I carefully touched the ornate silver tiara perched upon my curls. It had tilted slightly to the right. With measured care, I nudged the smooth metal until it sat perfectly level, feeling a calm sense of purpose as I lowered my arms to stand tall upon the soft grey blanket.