Still Stance

Silence. Then weight in my boots. I leaned against the red bin. Still. I slowly shifted my heel into the dense carpet pile. It gave way beneath me, soft and deep. A few inches away lay a small red figure, frozen on its knees. I did not rush. I tilted my head slightly downward, watching it in the quiet room. Nothing stirred. Solid ground. I stayed upright, rooted firmly in place.