A Soft Creep

Everything was still. The woven strands beneath me felt rough, dense. Slowly... I nudged my stubby feet against the carpet fibers. They moved. I could step forward. Beside me lay a long-limbed black figure, quiet and motionless. I crept closer, inch by quiet inch, until my side gently brushed against its long black arm. Sssst... I let out a tiny, breathless hiss, freezing in place to see if it would turn, but it stayed resting beside me.