Spark of Friction

A sudden burst of warmth surged right down to my plastic joints. I felt every edge snap into focus. Held loosely between warm fingertips against a soft, colorful bed, I jerked my black-gloved left wrist forward. Click! My arm rotated up on its own, striking against the thumb beside me. The grip loosened, letting me stand straight on the fabric. I planted both legs firmly into the soft fold of the pillow, grinning at the spark in my fists. I am ready to burn through whatever comes next.