First Step on the Weave

My balance shifted. The fibers beneath my feet yielded slightly under weight. I tightened the joint in my right knee, testing the resistance of the textured gray carpet. It held. Slowly, I lifted my left hand, closing the dark gray fingers inward one by one to verify their movement. Reaching forward, my knuckles brushed against the smooth, cool surface of the white wall behind me. Solid support confirmed. I lowered my stance by half an inch, feet firmly planted into the woven pile, ready.