A Slight Shift
The room is dim and quiet. A faint pulse stirred in my chest, loosening the stiffness in my joints. I blinked, assessing the silent patterns beneath me. Carefully, I lifted my right hand from my side. My gloved fingertips brushed against the clear plastic peg of the display stand behind me. It felt cool and rigid. I lowered my hand again, settling my stance on the transparent base. My vision is clear. I am functioning.