A Firm Foothold

Consciousness returned without warning. The surface beneath my boots was textured and soft, woven with subtle ridges. I tested my balance. My joints responded instantly. A few inches away lay another figure, reclined motionless in an office chair, hand frozen mid-air. I took one measured step forward and lightly tapped the base of its plastic wheel with the toe of my boot. No response. An inert obstacle. I halted, observing the wide expanse around me.