A Deliberate Rising

Stillness broke from within. I lay tilted across the woven fabric, my headpiece resting against the hard grain of wood. For several quiet breaths, I simply observed the textured fibers beneath my side. Then, slowly, with measured purpose, I tightened my gloved fingers. They moved. I pressed my left palm downward against the wooden edge, lifting my torso upright into formal balance. My curved arch swayed gently as I came to rest in stillness.