A Gentle Lean

Everything was still, and then, a slow shift occurred. I could feel each of my square pockets settling into place. Standing upright against the light background, I carefully balanced my weight along the edge. Below, the dark surface caught a faint, glossy reflection of my lower ridge. I gave a cautious, measured tilt to test the friction against the granite, confirming my balance held steady. The room was quiet, perfectly arranged, and warm.