A Silent Balance

Held in mid-air, a quiet ripple stirred within me. When the grasp released, I shifted my weight, feeling the gray textured weave beneath my webbed toes. I remained low, testing my balance. In the shadowed base of the couch, a small pink plastic clip rested silently. With a measured lean, I extended three soft fingers and nudged it. It slid half an inch without a sound. Perfectly poised.