A Gentle Stretch

A warm breath stirred inside me, breaking my stillness. Sitting on the soft, patterned armchair, I felt the cool air against my shoulders and realized I could move. Slowly, I flexed my fingers against the woven fabric of the cushion, testing the gentle tension beneath my touch. With a quiet sigh, I leaned forward slightly, tilting my head toward the soft glow of the room's lamp. I smiled softly to myself, ready and eager to hold this lovely pose.