A Precise Alignment

A tiny mechanical chime buzzed through my joints, and my fingers twitched. With a steady, deliberate motion, I turned my head toward the patterned fabric beneath my feet. Beside me stood another still, purple figure under the warm lamplight. I extended my right arm, testing its range, and gently rested my fingertip against the soft fleece edge of the blanket. It yielded with a quiet crunch of soft fibers. I adjusted my posture by three neat degrees, perfectly balanced against the white pillow behind me, fully aware of every moving part.