First Step on Blue Lines

Joints clicked. My spine warmed under the room's gentle light. I paused, surveying the blue stripes below my feet. Deliberately, I tested my front left claw against the fabric weave. Firm. Stable. Ahead stood another small, silent dinosaur figurine. I nudged its flank with my snout. It remained motionless, rigid plastic under my touch. My own joints, however, shifted with ease. I curled my tail along the striped line and stood steady, absorbing the quiet space.