A Steady Shift
The air felt cool against my face. I stood beside the white table leg, surrounded by quiet figures arranged on the carpet. Slowly, I tested the joints in my wrist, rotating my hand inward. It answered without resistance. I reached out and tapped the wooden leg of the table with one fingertip. Solid. Firm. I straightened my shoulders, stepped back slightly to balance my weight, and took in the quiet room.