A Gentle First Sway
Morning light filtered through the starry blue curtain, brushing against me with quiet warmth. I took a slow, deep moment to listen to the soft morning stillness. Carefully, I tried shifting my weight forward onto my toes. My feet moved. A gentle wonder bloomed inside me. I leaned down unhurriedly, letting one soft hand lightly brush the smooth grain of the wooden floor, feeling its calm, solid surface steadying my balance.