A Gentle Turn

My right fingers were resting near my cheek. Then, quietly, a small spark of warmth settled into my joints. I took a steady breath and carefully lowered my hand from my ear down toward my side. Hearing the faint sound of music from the illuminated television screen across the room, I shifted my weight onto the front of my sneakers. My ankles flexed smoothly against the smooth wooden boards beneath me. I stood firmly in place, realizing my body moves exactly when I decide it should.