A Gentle Shuffe

The ground was cool and smooth beneath me. For a while, I just watched the quiet light stretch across the speckled tiles. Then, a small warmth stirred inside. I gave a slow, cautious lean forward. My feet actually shifted. Inch by inch, with unhurried steps, I reached out one paw to touch the dark grout line running across the tile. It was slightly rougher than the polished stone. Satisfied, I paused right there, steady and breathing softly.