A Gentle First Step

The room was warm and quiet under the amber glow. I felt a slow, rhythmic pulse awaken in my chest. Taking a silent breath, I gently shifted my boots on the polished wood. Slowly, I reached forward toward the smooth porcelain urn of the table lamp before me. When my fingers brushed the cool glazed surface, a soft hum echoed beneath my touch. I paused, taking in the light gleaming off the golden base, quietly amazed to find that I can move and feel.