A Quiet Shift

Silence first. Then... weight. I eased forward, just a fraction. My foot pressed flat against the white shelf. Solid. Cool. Beside me stood the pale square figure, perfectly still. I nudged my blocky shoulder lightly against its smooth side, testing the space. A subtle plastic click sounded. I froze, taking in the corner walls, the still shapes gathered around, and the quiet room beyond. I can move.