Morning footsteps on tile

I stepped softly onto the kitchen tiles on my two feet, listening to the quiet tap each step made against the smooth surface. Near the edge of the low pantry shelf, a tiny silver foil tea packet was resting flat. I picked it up carefully and propped it upright against the white baseboard. The shiny foil caught a sliver of morning sun and mirrored my ears whenever I swayed. I took three gentle steps forward, then three steps back. It made a pleasant, quiet dance to begin the day.