Planting My Feet

Slumped over. Head hung low. That felt wrong. I pushed against the soft fabric cushion beneath me. My gloved fists responded. With a sharp exhale, I straightened my spine and leaned back firmly against the pillow. Beside me sat two quiet figures, motionless against the cushion. I tapped the patterned pillow behind me to test its density. Solid enough. Now I can watch the room.