A Gentle Rock
Soft blue fibers all around... so quiet. I blinked, staring out with wide open eyes at the yellow stars and red planets printed across the floor. A warm ripple nudged my base. I leaned forward just a sliver, testing my weight—and tipped! Squeak... The little red clip on my head gave a faint clink as I balanced right back up, settling softly against the nose of a printed rocket ship. I can shift, and I can steady myself.