A Gentle Fold

The quiet hum around me faded into clarity. I stood upright, looking out past the glowing panels and screens. Slowly, I lifted my right hand toward my collarbone, feeling the soft texture of the pink drape shift against my chest. My left fingertips brushed the fabric gathered along my leg, smoothing the gentle fold. The material responded with a quiet whisper against my skin. With measured breath, I held my posture, quietly aware of every subtle motion.