First Step on the Carpet

The weight in my chest settled, and I slowly raised my head. Before me lay scattered block figures, silent and motionless on the patterned rug. I adjusted my posture, feeling the firm grip of each joint, and took one deliberate step toward the small fallen figure nearby. Reaching down with my heavy arm, I lightly touched its side to check its balance, then straightened up. The colorful blanket stood behind us like a protective ridge. I planted both feet firmly, taking my quiet watch over the ground.