A Small Nudge

The floor felt smooth and cool beneath my belly. Everything was still. I blinked slowly, taking in the pale wood grain. There was a tiny loose flake resting right in the groove between two boards. I paused, gathered my breath, and pressed forward just an inch. My nose gently tapped the crumb, nudging it straight into the seam. It slid right in place. Clean. Steady. I can move.