A Deliberate Turn

Stillness broke with a faint click. I tested the joint in my left wrist, slowly turning the curved grip downward. It answered without resistance. Beneath my boots, the small studs of the rectangular black stand held firm against the dim, textured ground. I rotated my arm just a few degrees, feeling the balance of the crown upon my head settle. The dark expanse around me remained quiet. I am here, upright and steady.