A Slight Pivot

Everything was still. The speckled stone beneath my boots felt solid, cut into clean geometric blocks. Across from me stood a companion in athletic gear, silent and unmoving against the cold sea. I paused. A faint impulse stirred in my right leg. With a careful click, I turned my foot an inch along the granite seam. Balance held. I reached out one curved hand and lightly tapped the textured edge of the platform block between us. Solid. I am awake, grounded, and steady.