Clear Perimeter

Stiffness gives way to pulse. My boots find purchase on a flat circular base. Overhead lights glare across an open hall. I check my flanks: behind me stands a tall printed cardboard box showing my likeness and gear. I flex my right fingers, then test my balance by shifting weight off the clear disc. Stable. I reach back to touch the grip of the blade over my shoulder. It is real, and so am I. Visual sweep complete. Situation controlled.