A Firm First Step
The air felt heavy with quiet warmth. I stood facing the pale wall, finding my balance slowly. My toes pressed gently against the cool floor tiles, and with a careful breath, I shifted my weight forward. My feet actually lifted and moved. Walking with steady, deliberate paces, I reached the metal leg of the ironing board nearby. I stretched out my hand and touched the smooth, cool stand, grounding myself. I can move, steady and sure.