A Gentle First Touch

The air felt cool against my skin. Slowly, my fingers moved. I looked down, pausing to study the textured rug beneath me. Leaning forward with quiet curiosity, I reached out my right hand and touched the smooth wooden leg of the chair beside me. It felt sturdy, cool, and real. I let out a soft, tiny murmur and rested my palm against it, sitting steadily on the soft carpet.