A Firm Foothold

Morning light filtered across the car's interior, bringing the grey textured fabric of the seat beside me into sharp focus. With quiet intent, I tested my balance and shifted my weight forward. My plastic joints responded smoothly. Reaching out with my right hand, I pressed my curved palm against the smooth black baseplate beneath my feet, confirming the steady studs that anchored me. Feeling the cool, solid plastic under my touch gave me a clear sense of certainty. I straightened up and looked through the window at the quiet green trees beyond.