A Fold in the Fabric

A quiet pulse stirred within me, steady and deliberate. I lowered my gaze, surprised to feel the gentle tension in my fingers as they responded to my thought. Carefully, I extended one hand downward, pressing against the cool, soft weave of the green printed fabric beneath me. The surface yielded with a faint, satisfying friction. I eased back, tilting my head slightly to take in the serene white drawers and quiet room around me. Every seam was in place, and I was entirely awake.