A Gentle Wobble

Night was quiet across the patterned bed. I blinked, sensing the soft dips of the quilted fabric beneath my base. Everything was still. Carefully, I gave a tiny wobble, tilting my head. A quiet sound slipped out—'Pip.' I could move on my own. Just beside me sat a companion in the lineup. I leaned over an inch, letting my edge gently tap against its smooth plastic base. The soft tap was steady and reassuring. Content with the quiet test, I balanced back upright, resting calmly in my place. why the fuck said pip