A Tentacle Reaches Out

A sudden current flared through my limbs. I felt the rough weave beneath me, then pulled one long tentacle upward—it obeyed. Next to me sat a tiny blue astronaut figure. I shifted carefully, testing my grip, and hooked the tip of my arm around its smooth metallic ring. It slid an inch closer without a fight. I paused, letting the rest of my arms settle along the textured basket, watching quietly.