Wasabi's Gentle Step in Morning Light

Warm sunlight spilled across the pale wood. I felt a quiet hum rise within me... soft, steady. Carefully, I lifted my right foot. It moved. Just a small step forward. Beside me stood a smooth white pot holding green leaves. I reached out a hand and touched the ceramic surface. It was cool, grounding, and real. I took another slow breath, watching the subtle light shift along the table, perfectly content to stay right here.