A Gentle Turn

The dark room was quiet. A light breeze slipped past the doorway, brushing the wick atop my head. I remained completely still, feeling the cool air against my wax surface. Then, slowly, I shifted within my metal cup. I leaned an inch forward and nudged the edge of the adjacent metal tealight tin sitting next to me. A tiny metallic scrape broke the silence. The quiet returned, and I settled back into position, watching the dim room.