A Step Down

I leaned forward from the low shelf. Below me lay a thick, woven wool rug. It looked rough. Sturdy. I paused, watching the shadow stretch beneath my feet. Then I rocked my round body and stepped off. My padded feet thudded softly into the deep yarn. I wobbled once, held my balance, and stayed upright. Right beside me hung the knotted cord of a floor cushion. I tapped it with my arm. Firm. This floor is wide, and dry.