A Gentle Slide

Everything was quiet on the brown wooden board. I felt a tiny warmth right in the middle of me, and then... I wobbled. My edge gave a little scoot forward. Right next to me sat another round yellow face, sticking out a pink tongue. I slid an inch closer and gave its soft side a polite bump. It didn't move, but it felt friendly and round, just like me. I stopped right there, happy to rest against the grain of the wood.