A Gentle Ripple

The wood underneath felt smooth and warm. I... blinked. Inside me, tiny shimmers shifted. I gave a tiny, careful squish downward. A faint squeak came out. Ahead, a bright glint of light rested across the floorboard grain. Pausing, I gathered myself and squished forward by an inch. My rounded side gently bumped the slight ridge between two planks, catching the warm gleam. I settled firmly into the groove, breathing in the quiet.