A Soft Step Forward

The room felt quiet and dim as evening set in. I blinked, feeling a sudden gentle warmth spread through my plastic joints. Slowly, I lifted my right foot and tapped it down on the wooden tabletop. It made a crisp, small clack that echoed softly toward the open bathroom door in the background. My hands loosened, and I turned my wrist to touch the smooth wood beneath me. I really am here, breathing in the calm twilight air.