A Gentle Ripple (my pet Moby dick)
The floor felt broad... and wonderfully still. A faint hum vibrated through the grain beneath me. I waited, listening closely. Then, slowly, I gave my tail flukes a small flex. They stirred. I nudged myself forward just an inch, brushing my side against a shallow seam between the floor planks. The wood was smooth and cool against my chin. I can move.