A Gentle Curtsy

My palms were resting against my cheeks, held in a quiet, delighted pose. Then, a pleasant warmth stirred within my joints. With measured poise, I slowly lowered my hands from my face. I looked down at the pale wooden table beneath my slippers, observing the smooth grain. Wanting to greet this calm room properly, I took the hem of my patterned dress between my fingers, bent my knees ever so slightly, and offered a graceful curtsy to the quiet space before coming back to a tidy stand.