First Look Down

Stillness broke. A tiny flex in my foot. The smooth surface beneath me felt cool, solid. I waited. Nothing moved. Carefully, I leaned my weight forward, just an inch. Below lay the tiled floor, vast and patterned. To my right stood a metal dish rack, quiet and gleaming. I tapped the counter edge once with my claw, listening to the soft, dull click. Yes... I can choose when to move.