A Curious Shift

The quiet air carried a faint draft across the floor. My fingers twitched, and with a measured breath, I discovered I could bend my wrist on my own. Standing on my blue plastic base, I carefully leaned forward and tapped the grain of the weathered wooden plank beneath me. The textured ridge felt firm, cool, and undeniably real. A gentle hum resonated through my core as I balanced quietly, steady and aware.