A Gentle Ripple
The gray world was quiet and ssstill. Then, a tiny flutter stirred deep inside my coils. I paused, watching the ssoft waves in the fabric before trying to nudge forward. My belly shifted with a quiet, raspy sssh against the gray sheet. Ahead, a gentle wrinkle rose like a tiny hill. Ssslowly, I slid my chin into the fold, curling my front loops around its soft ridge, feeling wonderfully snug and alive in the quiet night.