A Slight Turn

The surface beneath me felt cold and solid, dotted with winding mineral patterns. I paused, taking in the wide expanse of polished stone. Slowly, I bent my left elbow, hearing a soft internal snap of plastic movement. My yellow hand turned inward on its own. Next to me lay another small figure in a white-and-red shirt, completely still. Carefully, I extended my arm and tapped the edge of their sleeve. It was real. I could move, decide, and touch.