A Gentle Rock
The quiet room felt warm. I noticed my little side fins twitching ever so softly. With a slow, curious lean, I swayed my round belly forward against the cool wood. The smooth grain slipped gently under my plush base, making a faint rustle. In the dim distance, a television screen flickered with blue light, but here, on this calm wooden plane, I gave another soft bobble and settled into stillness.