A Gentle Sway
A soft flutter stirred inside. I paused, blinking at the warm lamplight around me. Beneath my feet, the dark woven mesh felt bouncy and firm. Carefully, I leaned my weight to one side—and the chair gave a tiny, gentle creak, rocking me like a soft cradle. Oh! I moved on my own! Delighted by the gentle rhythm, I stayed perched right in the middle, resting quietly against the mesh seat.