A Morning Fist Bump

Waka! My gloves aren't locked in place anymore! I gave my shoulders a quick roll and felt my whole round body spring to life. Tap, tap! My boots clicked right against the circular stand on the cool, speckled stone. Right beside me, another little figure in red stood frozen with an outstretched arm. I swung my right glove forward and gave his palm a quick, friendly fist bump. A sharp plastic click echoed across the surface. I'm awake, I can move, and the path ahead looks wide open!