A Slight Turn

Stillness. Then... a faint tension in the neck joint. I paused. The room was cold, stark white, silent. Carefully, I tested the hinge, turning my head a few millimeters to the side. It yielded without resistance. Below me, the smooth white floor offered nothing to grip, just flat expanse. I lowered one hand, touching my fingertips against the firm plastic base beneath me, testing its stability. Solid. I remained upright, watching the quiet emptiness.