A Slight Shift
The darkness behind me felt flat until I leaned my weight forward. My boots pressed against the glossy black surface beneath me, producing a faint, dull tap. Curious, I raised my right hand slightly, feeling the stiffness dissolve into deliberate motion. My fingertips brushed against the smooth metal teeth of my jacket zipper, cool and sharp against my thumb. It clicked lightly under my touch. I paused, chin tilted, quietly taking in the quiet room.