Three Angles

Three perspectives aligned at once. Left observed dark fabric. Right surveyed a bright yellow expanse. Center registered a smooth green plastic loop resting directly behind my neck. I initiated movement. My torso tightened, tilting all three heads upward off the yellow fleece. Weight confirmed. Next came the obstruction: the curved green edge crowding my position. Instead of shifting away, I pressed back against it firmly, pushing the plastic rim until it settled into the fold behind me. Clear space secured. All three vantage points now report an open field.