A Gentle Turn
The quiet room came into focus, and my feet felt firmly balanced on the soft brown cushion beneath me. I gave my right wrist a slight twist—it clicked smoothly. Looking around, I saw a patterned throw pillow dotted with colored circles propped nearby. Leaning just an inch forward, I reached out my curved hand and pressed against the patterned fabric, feeling the soft weave push back against my grip. I stood steady, feeling entirely awake.