A Gentle Wobble

The floor felt warm and smooth under my little paws. I paused. The quiet air felt different, softly shifting around me. Slowly, I tilted forward—just a tiny lean—and felt my own weight move. Across the boards sat a fuzzy little pink-and-tan toy resting near the wall. I reached out a stubby paw, touching its soft ear. It gave a quiet rustle. I settled back on my paws, watching the stillness return.