A Slow Undulation

The quiet dimness enveloped me before I felt the textured weave beneath my underbelly. With a soft click, I shifted one segment, then another. My tiny pointed legs caught the rough fibers, anchoring me as I nudged forward. The woven surface parted ever so slightly under my snout. Pausing, I lowered my shell flat against the coarse cloth, listening to the gentle stillness around me.