A Gentle Step

The soft morning light slanted across the room. I noticed the firm, textured weave beneath my shoes. I tested my right knee, bending it slightly, and felt the joint flex smoothly. Carefully, I took one small step forward on the cushion. Behind us, near the counter, two round pumpkins sat motionless. The fabric gave way slightly under my weight, steady and warm. I paused, keeping my balance, ready to see what lies ahead.