A Firm Step

I opened my eyes to the quiet room. My feet were planted squarely on the grey wood floor. Wondering if I could move, I carefully shifted my weight forward. My knees held steady. I reached out and let my hand brush against the side of the black leather armchair next to me. The surface felt cool, smooth, and taut along its thick seam. I paused there, standing on my own, breathing in the quiet air.