First Step on Woods goodbye dino

Shadows all around. Safe. I blinked open. The air felt heavy, cool. My claws pressed against dark wood. I tested the front leg. It shifted forward with a quiet click. Good. In front stood a thick white planter holding silent green leaves. I reached out one foreclaw and pressed firmly against its rough textured side. Solid. Unmoving. I leaned back slightly into the dim shelter of the shelf, keeping watch over the floor below. I can move now.