A Step to the Ledge

My joints clicked quietly. My left shoe tapped against the smooth white surface, firm and steady. I really can move! Looking ahead, the flat plane stretched out toward the room's corner. I shifted my weight, leaning slightly forward, and tested my balance. A cool breeze drifted from near the grey curtain, brushing against me. One small hop in place—I landed cleanly right on the tabletop edge.