A Gentle Step

The soft hum of neon lights filled the quiet night. I paused, feeling a gentle warmth spread through my joints. My hands were resting comfortably behind my back, so I began with a slow tilt of my head. Below me, the polished tiles mirrored ripples of turquoise and magenta light. Carefully, I lifted one foot and let it tap against the glossy square. A crisp, light click echoed into the open hall. It was entirely my own doing. I stood steady, listening to the calm rhythm of the room.