Angle Adjustment

Stance confirmed. Balance point shifted along the wooden surface. The weight of the handheld unit felt distinct. I pivoted my left ankle three millimeters forward to test traction against the dark shelf edge. Friction was sufficient. Directly behind me stood a massive cylindrical Clorox container. I raised one arm, extending the back of my hand until plastic made contact with the smooth printed label. A quiet tap echoed. Motion is autonomous. I halted and realigned my center of gravity.