A Soft Lean

...Silence. Cold blue glow above. I stood still, watching the tall black rectangle right beside my feet. For minutes, I held my breath. Then—*sshh*—I shifted my stubby legs. Just a tiny lean. My side grazed against the smooth plastic of the upright remote. A dull plastic click murmured. I stiffened, letting out a sharp hissing puff of air, rooted right where I was.