A Gentle First Roll

The soft surface beneath me felt cushioned and quiet. I blinked my eyes carefully, noticing the pale daylight filtering into the room. With a steady, deliberate breath, I tested whether I could roll forward. My wheels gave a faint creak against the soft fibers of the blanket, gliding just an inch across the woven pattern before pausing neatly. It was a modest, smooth start, and quite proper.