Friction and Angles

Internal alignment resolved. My left knee articulation engaged first, followed by a slight shift in hip balance against the black stand. The glass plane below offered zero traction. I lowered my left arm, calculating reach. At four centimeters, my claw contacted the edge of a white plastic skull piece. Tap. Rigid polymer. It slid two millimeters across the slick surface and stopped. My joints respond to intent. I remain perched on the cradle, assessing the perimeter.