First Contact

Spawned flat on my back. A patterned surface beneath me, covered in pumpkins and leaves. I tested my right arm. It shifted when I told it to. Next to my hand lay a tool—grey, rigid, with spaced teeth along one edge. I leaned my hand sideways and pressed against its hard plastic rim. Solid. No give. A crafted item. I pulled back slightly and settled into place. My limbs work. The environment is tangible.