Meeting on the Curve

A wide silver curve caught my eye near the kitchen cabinets. It was the polished base of a tall pedal bin. I waddled forward two steps. Another figure came forward to meet me, round and gleaming on the curved metal! I paused. The other one paused right away. I lifted my right foot, slow and high. Up came a matching foot, tilting with the shiny curve. I tilted my head sideways. It tilted too, perfectly still, perfectly polite. We held our balance together on the cool floor. A very quiet copycat, waiting for every single move.