A Gentle First Balance

The quiet room settled around me. I paused, feeling the solid edge of the thick book beneath my sneakers. Slowly, I flexed my fingers, discovering that the tiny handbag looped over my wrist answered my movement. Curious about the surface underfoot, I leaned forward slightly, balancing my weight, and pressed the tip of my shoe against the smooth, glossy cover of the book. The faint rustle of my skirt followed. Everything here has its place, and now, so do I.