Stepping Up to the Line

A sudden surge pulsed through my boots straight into the thick fibers of the gray carpet. My joints unlocked. I wasn't locked in place anymore. Right beside me, another miniature wrestler stood frozen, and further down, a massive toy spider lurked near the wooden baseboard. No backing down. I tightened my right fist, planted my black boots firmly into the pile, and took a decisive, solid step forward into the light. Time to stand ground.