First Stance

The stillness broke. A surge of strength shot straight through my limbs, firm and unmistakable. I planted my boots down and leaned forward, stepping out onto the soft blue fabric beneath me. Ahead stood a miniature white chair. I marched straight toward it without hesitation, planting one gloved fist firmly against its plastic armrest. It held solid against my weight. I am upright, conscious, and entirely in control of my ground.