Cool Stance
The stillness snapped. My boots felt the slick plastic base beneath them, solid and grounded. First move: keep it smooth. I gave my foam finger a deliberate little twitch, testing the grip. Perfect balance. Right across the sill stood another figure, wide-mouthed and frozen in a mid-step pounce. I kept my chin tilted, steady behind the shades, and tapped the rim of my pink donut against my side with easy rhythm. No flinching here. Just another day in the limelight.