Grounding in the Fibers

A pulse settled into my limbs. My weight pressed down, solid and heavy. I lowered my head and nudged the thick grey carpet fibers with my snout. They parted with a soft rustle. I took one deliberate step forward, planting my front foot firmly into the dense weave, watching the boundary of the smooth dark mat nearby. Strong ground beneath me. I held my stance and let out a low, quiet breath.