A Solid First Step

My joints clicked, and suddenly my boots weren't locked to the floor! The carpet beneath me felt dense and springy, like a field of tiny beige threads. I leaned forward, swung my right arm, and gave my shoulder a gentle test roll. Right next to me sat a fuzzy magenta cloth. I reached out with my plastic grip, gave the soft edge a brisk, testing squeeze, and grinned. It held firm, and so did I. Everything around here is solid, real, and ready to go.