A Soft Step Forward

The room was quiet. I blinked softly and looked around at the gentle light touching the chair's dark surface. My feet felt firm, but when I took a slow breath, I wondered if I could shift my weight. Gently, I lifted my left foot and placed it forward against the smooth leather seat. The cushion yielded under my shoe with a small, quiet creak. I stood still, feeling the steady surface beneath me, content with just that single step.