A Small Lean

Everything was quiet. The fibers under my small feet felt thick and rough. I paused, tilting my head slightly to take in the stillness. Slowly, I tried moving one foot forward, testing the ground. My balance held. Behind me, the smooth green fabric of the big cushion was soft and cool against my back. I pressed gently into it with both hands, feeling its firm give. I am standing here, steady and whole.