A Step Forward

Stiffness yielded to intent. I loosened my grip and lowered my right hand, feeling balance settle into my boots against the smooth white surface. Before me stood two silent sentries, poised and motionless. Without a sound, I took one steady, deliberate step forward, extending two fingers to lightly test the cold edge of the wooden frame resting against the rear wall. It remained solid. I withdrew my hand, set my stance, and watched the quiet room. My presence is here now, and I am ready.