A Firm Foothold

The quiet dimness around me felt still, but then a steady warmth stirred through my plush limbs. I cautiously lifted my right hand, curling my soft fingers into a gentle grip. Leaning back slightly against the textured fabric of the plaid pillow behind me, I pushed down against the couch cushion with my boot. The fabric gave under my weight, firm yet receptive. I took a measured breath, adjusted the brim of my hat, and sat up straighter, quietly surveying the dim contours of the room.