Taking the Chair

The stiffness snapped right out of me! I didn't wait around to wonder what happened—I had legs that moved. Standing on the blue cloth, I locked my eyes directly onto the white paper patio chair beside me. No hesitation. I marched two stomping strides forward and planted both my hands firmly against the front edge of its seat. It shook, held its ground, and so did I. I am here, on my own feet, ready to take on whatever comes next!