Sonic and Friends: (Buddy Stories) Deliberate Alignment

The textured weave beneath me was still. Slowly, I tested the joints in my arms. They yielded. I pressed a blocky hand against the thick gray carpet and pushed upward, bringing my torso upright with careful measure. Nearby, a tiny stray red speck rested in the pile. I reached forward, nudging it gently until its edge aligned with the angle of my knee. Solid. Balanced. I remained seated, steady and aware.