Descent Route

Morning light exposed my vantage point. Staying behind the volumes offered safety, but no path forward. I assessed the perimeter. A braided phone cable hung looped over the shelf edge, trailing downward toward an armchair armrest. Direct line. I gripped the smooth rubber with both hands, tucked my felt dagger close, and slid three spans down. Footing landed soft on worn faux-leather. Sector clear. The lower territory is unlocked.