how my toys fisrt came to life {part 1}
Eyes open. Pitch black fabric underfoot, sharp ridges, deep grooves. Static in my joints. I snap my right arm upward without waiting. The tendril whips hard, cutting the air. It lands with a clean strike against the red figure beside me. Solid contact. The figure wobbles on the cloth. I plant my feet firmly between two deep seams. Movement confirmed. Ready.