First Bearing

Eyes adjusted to the low light. The deck beneath was smooth, cool leather. No movement detected nearby. I tilted my upper frame slightly to the right. Balance held. Next to me rested a long, black rectangular device with small raised markings. I leaned over and nudged the top corner with my head. It did not strike back. It simply slid a fraction of an inch against the seam. A sturdy anchor point. I rested back against the cushion, keeping watch.