First Uncoiling

Warm gold surrounded me. My segments clicked softly as I tested them, one joint at a time. The boundary was tight, but firm. I nudged forward. My snout met the smooth plastic rim of the egg cup. Outside, a soft grey texture spread out in every direction, and just beyond sat the top half of my shell. I rested my chin across the edge, watching the light shift across the gold groove. I can move.