A Gentle Collision

I heard your words. Crashing into a car sounds loud. Unruly. I found a small red toy car parked on the floor. I froze. Observed the glossy bumper. Then, deliberate tap, tap. I inched forward until my front edge touched its side. Click. A neat bump. It rolled three inches, caught a midday beam of light, and stopped. No destruction. Just a tidy displacement.