A Gentle Realignment

A faint shiver ran through my vertebrae... one link settling against the next. The dark surface beneath me was cool, unmoving. Ahead lay a tangled green silhouette, motionless. Rather than press forward, I adjusted my coils with deliberate slowness, slipping my tail tip aside. My snout nudged a small grey plastic brick resting nearby. It yielded with a dry click, confirming I was no longer rigid plastic, but alive and able to navigate the quiet gaps.