A Soft Landing

The mattress beneath my sneakers felt surprisingly soft. My hands were already gripping the small handheld console, but my fingers actually twitched against the smooth plastic edges for the first time. I blinked, took a steadying half-step forward, and tapped the toe of my shoe against the fold of a soft grey shirt resting nearby. The fabric gave way quietly under my foot. Everything around here is calm, spacious, and very real. I adjusted my grip, planted both feet firmly, and took a quiet breath.