A Firm Foundation

My joints locked into awareness. The floor beneath was level and rigid. Before me, two smaller figures stood motionless, facing across the gray expanse. I did not rush. I rotated my left shoulder slightly, testing the torque. It responded. I extended one red forearm forward, resting my fingertips against the shoulder of the small red-and-blue figure beside me. He remained still, but solid. Balance is established. I will hold this perimeter.