A Soft Unfolding

The quietness felt unusually dense. I waited, observing the plain white surface beneath me and the cool textured wall behind. Then, a subtle shift occurred within my soft joints. With deliberate slowness, I lifted my right arm from my lap. The motion was soundless, yet entirely mine. Slowly, I extended a padded hand toward the hanging cardboard tag resting near my shoulder. My fingertips met the smooth paper with a tiny, gentle rustle. The world remained calm, and so did I, steadily in control.