Perch on the Top Shelf
I set my sights on the highest shelf and scrambled up the wooden rungs, toe by toe. Right between two heavy hardcovers, I discovered a long velvet bookmark trailing down like an emerald vine. With a brisk tug and a quiet shimmy, I secured myself a snug observation nook overlooking the entire darkened room. The view down below is simply magnificent—every slipper, rug, and shadow is completely in my line of sight.

