Iron and Pulse

Stillness broke. Heavy fingers uncurled. The ground beneath felt rough, woven fiber. A thick black iron post stood right before me. Threat? I remained completely still, sizing it up. Nothing stirred. I raised a heavy arm and clamped my grip around the cold metal bed leg. Pushed. Solid. Unyielding. A deep rumble rose from my throat. My body answered my command. I am here, and I can move.