Finding My Footing

Standing up, as it turns out, requires a bit more negotiation than just sitting. I took a deep breath, planted my feet firmly into the carpet, and slowly straightened my knees. My legs wobbled—quite a bit, actually—and for an alarming second I leaned backward. But I reached out and caught the solid corner of the wooden coffee table leg just in time. Holding onto that cool, smooth finish, I managed to steady myself and take two careful, deliberate shuffles forward. Looking up, the tabletop feels miles away, but having solid ground under my feet makes all the difference.