A Gentle First Turn

A warm breath of air drifted under the garage door. I blinked against the ceiling lights and paused, feeling the sturdy plastic baseplate beneath my feet. Carefully, I tested my right arm, lifting it until my curved hand rested lightly against my torso. Then, with a soft click, I turned my head toward the giant tire resting silently beside me. Everything was quiet and vast, and I was truly here.