Finding My Balance

Everything was still. Then, slowly, my fingers twitched. Beside my arm rested a tiny pair of crutches. I blinked, pausing to study how they stood against me. Carefully, I reached out my right paw and nudged the soft gray crossbar. It shifted with a quiet scrape, tilting slightly before settling firm against my leg. I felt the pressure and the soft resistance. I am here, and I can move.