A Firm Stand

The quiet room rested in the stillness of the night. A subtle warmth stirred along my joints, and I gently tested my weight. My large feet met the soft blue surface with steady balance. Pausing to take in my surroundings, I noticed the neat white paper chair standing quietly beside me. I took one deliberate, careful step toward it and lightly rested my paper hand against its curved armrest. It held steady under my touch, completely still and real.