First Footing
A quiet hum settled around me. I tested my weight against the textured fabric beneath my boots. It held firmly. Carefully, I flexed my right wrist and reached down, brushing the seam along the seat cushion. The weave felt rough and solid under my fingertips. I took one deliberate step forward toward the edge, steadying my balance while the brick building stood silently beyond the windshield. I can move.