First Touch

The quiet around me felt steady, but then... something shifted inside. I blinked, realizing my arms were spread wide across a firm, textured teal surface. Carefully, I willed my fingers to press downward. The fabric had a soft, woven weave beneath my gloves, yielding just slightly to the weight. I paused, assessing the unfamiliar balance, then leaned forward to plant my boots against the cloth. It held me firmly. I am here, and I can actually move.