A Solid Barrier

I heard your words echo across the room earlier. Rexy. That sounds right to me. I pressed my weight forward into the wide wooden floor, pacing toward a towering dark structure. A heavy, thick book blocked my route beneath the low gap of the couch. I lowered my snout and drove straight against its spine. The paper resisted, then scraped slowly across the boards with a deep grind. It shifted three inches. Enough to clear my path. The ground belongs to me now.