First Step Forward

My paws pressed down. The wood beneath felt smooth and solid. I leaned, blinking as my joints loosened. Ahead lay an endless plain of pale floorboards, quiet in the night. One front claw lifted, then tapped against the grain with a tiny, soft click. I froze, head tilted, listening closely. Nothing stirred. I took another small step, feeling my tail drag lightly behind, and rested against the cool white wall.