First Shift

The carpet beneath my soles felt textured and firm. Daylight settled quietly against the pale wall. My left arm rested across the shoulder beside me. Carefully, I tightened my grip, feeling the weave of the fabric give way under my fingers. The joints in my knuckles responded smoothly, without hesitation. I shifted my weight slightly, testing my balance on the carpet fibers, and listened to the still air beside the door frame.