A Gentle First Lean
The floor felt solid beneath my small paws. I paused, taking in the wide wooden grain running across the ground. Slowly, I shifted my weight forward. My head tipped downward just a fraction—I could move. Right beside me sat a still little white puppy figure. I gave a tiny forward nudge, touching my front paw against the wood beside it. The surface was quiet, cool, and firm. I am truly here.