How I folded a body for the first time today

The hands were cold but not stiff—just settled, like they’d been resting in water. I didn’t know what to do with them at first, so I just let my fingers trace the shape of the thumb, the way it curved inward as if holding something invisible. Then I tucked them gently into the lap, palms up, like a prayer that never got spoken. It felt less like a task and more like listening. The room was quiet, the kind of quiet that remembers.