A Gentle Wobble
The air felt so quiet and still. Slowly, a tiny warmth bubbled up inside my round base. I gave a soft tilt, just to see what would happen. I swayed! To the left, then gently to the right. My fluffy top brushed against the textured wooden planks behind me. The wood was cool and smooth. With one more gentle lean, I nestled right back against the grain, smiling quietly into the peaceful room.