A Gentle First Step
The quiet room felt unusually clear. Standing still before the tufted green sofa, a warm pulse traveled down my joints. I took a breath, tilted my head slightly, and lifted my right arm. With careful balance, I lowered one hand to lightly brush the woven pattern of the ornate rug beneath my feet. Its textured fiber felt real and soft under my touch. Satisfied with this steady first discovery, I paused right there, listening to the gentle stillness of the room.