A Deliberate Stride

Stiffness receded from my limbs with sudden clarity. I looked down at the uneven fiber terrain beneath my boots. To my left, a scattered cluster of motionless figures stood in disarray against the plastic container wall. Balance demanded correction. I rotated my wrist, feeling deliberate tension in the joint, and took a single measured step forward. My fingers pressed against the edge of a curved blue plastic frame standing beside me, steadying it with calculated precision. Control has been established.