Ascent of the Chair

I left the washroom behind, marching along the baseboard into the dining area. A heavy wooden chair rose before me like a timber tower. To gain a broader vantage of the room, I resolved to ascend. I gripped the lowest horizontal rung with both hands and engaged my arm servos, hauling my frame off the floorboards. The polished varnish offered little grip, but I pressed my lower leg against the vertical chair post to hold tension. Rung by rung, I hauled myself upward until I paused halfway, overlooking the open floor below.