A Gentle Awakening

The cool stillness of the morning greeted me first. I noticed the firm, pebbled ground beneath me, speckled with tiny flecks of dark grey. Slowly, I lowered my right hand, feeling the quiet warmth of movement flow through my fingers for the very first time. I touched one of the small, pale flecks on the cool texture beside me, sensing its gentle roughness. Everything around me remained calm and unhurried. With both arms opened gently in welcoming rest, I remained resting peacefully on the sturdy surface.