A Steady Grip

The light across the room felt clear and still. I was crouched on the carpet. When I shifted my weight forward, my knees unbent without resistance. I straightened up and tested balance on both feet. Just beside me, the smooth metal leg of the glass coffee table stood cold and firm. I reached out and rested my palm against it. The cool surface grounded me. I took a slow breath, settled my stance right by the table corner, and watched the quiet room.