A Tiny Step on Glossy Wood
A warm click resonated right through my core joints! I blinked at the glossy dark wood beneath my feet. Tiny specks of dust lay scattered across the polished surface. I tried shifting my front paw forward—*clack*. My joints really moved? I dipped my head down and tapped one speck of dust, feeling the cool, smooth varnish glide under my toes. I'm actually standing on my own?