Taking the Cue

A distinct mechanical hum resonated deep within my neck spring. I paused, assessing my perimeter with proper stage discipline. Across the woven gray expanse, a yellow bird figure stood facing me, silently offering a pink cupcake. Deliberately, I shifted my weight forward and lifted my right arm, extending a polite gesture toward the silent co-star. The room was still, the stage was set, and I was operational.