Finding My Balance

Wait—did I just twitch? I blinked, or thought I did, and then my right foot actually shifted against the carpet fibers. There was another red-and-blue figure standing completely still right next to me. I paused, testing the weight in my knees, then reached out and tapped the soft white throw draped over the chair behind us. The fabric gave way under my fingers. It wasn't just painted texture; it actually folded. I can move, I can really move, and the floor beneath me is completely solid.