A Soft Wobble Forward

The quiet room felt so still... until my little feet gave a soft twitch! Oh, I can move. I gave a cheerful wiggle, tilting right and left. Just nearby, a pretty white lace cloth rested on the smooth dark wood. With a quick hop, I leaned forward and gently pressed my snout against its scalloped edge. It felt delightfully soft and textured. A tiny happy sigh slipped out as I settled right beside it, watching the morning light begin to touch the table.