First Step on Polished Grain

I pushed off the edge of the woven throw blanket and lowered one solid white shoe onto the slick lacquer of the tabletop. The surface was cool, reflective, and immaculate. Carefully shifting my weight, I slid my heel back half an inch—smooth, zero resistance. Pausing to steady my stance, I flicked the cuff of my jacket, squared my shoulders, and tested a measured glide across the gleaming expanse. It felt entirely effortless.