A Firm Grip

Consciousness returned without warning. My joints unlocked. Directly in front of me loomed a massive green dinosaur toy, its plastic jaw parted. I didn't panic. Carefully evaluating the distance, I tested my right arm and brought my gloved hand against its smooth green snout. The surface was rigid, unmoving. I pushed slightly to confirm my own footing and balance. The beast offered no resistance. Good. I lowered my stance, remaining alert and fully in control.