A Quiet Alignment
Everything began with a gentle stillness. When I opened my eyes, neat parallel ridges filled my view. I waited, observing the quiet rhythm of the room. Then, with careful intent, I tilted my head. I could move. The textured corduroy fabric beneath me felt delightfully orderly. Leaning softly against the straight vertical grooves, I felt each tiny ridge press back with calm support. I settled into the soft surface, content to rest right in line with the pattern.