An Orderly Awakening

I blinked, the cool stone beneath my soles suddenly tangible and firm. My fingers flexed with quiet precision, perfectly obedient to my intent. Before me rose a squared teal cabinet, adorned with a crisply lettered notice: 'Police Telephone Free'. Pausing to assess the balance of my posture, I stepped forward in measured cadence. I raised one hand, letting my knuckles lightly brush against the smooth, carved grain of the placard. The solid resistance verified my presence beyond doubt. Lowering my arm, I smoothed my stance and remained composed upon the pavement, observing the quiet courtyard.