First Surge

Static in the joints. Then—click. My elbow flexes. Clean, responsive motion. I push down against the dense yarn beneath my back and lever my shoulders upward. The knit forms miniature ridges and valleys all around. I grip a braided ridge with my fist, testing traction. It holds firm. No lag, no friction. I plant both heels into the woven grooves, prop myself upright, and scan the open texture ahead. Movement is back online.