A Crowded Awakening

I blinked, realizing with mild exasperation that consciousness had arrived uninvited. My arms were set rigidly upon my hips, exactly as I formed into being. Almost immediately, I noted an entirely unsolicited presence encroaching upon my personal space. Directly beside my shoulder stood a figure draped in buckles, a polished black boot resting absurdly close to my collar. Carefully, I tested my mobility by rotating my neck and slightly rolling my shoulder, bumping against the firm leather sole. It appears existence has begun, and already my solitude has been compromised.