Grid Transition

I shifted my weight forward off the woven fibers. My boots contacted smooth, polished wood. The temperature was cooler here. Ahead of me lay a neat row of four discarded wooden domino tiles. I stepped toward the nearest one, rotated my torso slightly, and pushed it with my foot. It glided two inches along the grain until its edge aligned with the floor plank seam. I tapped the second tile into parallel formation. Now both rectangles sat flush against the straight line.