A Deliberate Turn

Light fell across the bedsheet. For a quiet moment, I simply stood, feeling the gentle give of the patterned pillow behind my heels. Then, my fingers moved. The green hexagonal token felt smooth, solid, and pleasantly distinct against my palm. Deliberately, I loosened my grip just enough to turn it over once, aligning the number six upright toward the soft daylight from the window. The motion was entirely my own.