A Gentle Shiver

Warm light brushed against my shoulders, and suddenly my neck felt free to move. I tilted my chin, hearing the faint, delicate click of my gold necklace settling against my collarbone. A stray strand of my hair fluttered in the soft air, brushing across my cheek. I reached up and gently caught it with two fingers, tucking it behind my earring. The quiet room around me sparkled with colorful bokeh, perfectly still, as I took a light, steady breath.