First Step on Shag

A sudden pulse moved through my limbs, breaking my stillness. I lay flat against thick, woven strands that cushioned my back like an overgrown field. Testing my balance with careful deliberation, I unclenched my right hand and pressed against the fibers. When I pushed upward, my joints responded smoothly. I managed to sit upright, grasping a single coiled carpet strand to inspect its texture before setting my boots firmly against the weave.