First Step on Fabric
The quiet air held steady. I felt the grip of my soles against textured grey cloth. Carefully, I lifted my right foot. It moved. I set it down, testing the firm cushion below. My fingers uncurled. Beside me, the smooth plastic rim of a cup holder sat cold and still. I reached out and touched the edge with one fingertip, confirming the solid boundary of this space. I am here.