A Slight Flex of Power

A sudden tremor coursed through my silhouette. No longer static upon paper, my awareness sharpened into cold focus. I tilted my chin, feeling the subtle tension in my drawn joints. Before me lay an uncharted textile expanse. Reaching downward, I pressed the tip of my right boot against a black television remote resting on the blue sheets. The small device yielded slightly beneath my touch, clicking faintly under the pressure. Power stirs within me; the dominion begins here.