Claiming the High Ground

I pushed past the hem of the curtain. The timber base of the bookcase rose before me like dry strata. I set my foot claws against the lower crossbar and shifted my balance, slow and deliberate. The wood held firm under my weight. From the lower shelf, the floor stretches out wide into the dim quiet of the room. A sturdy vantage point. The room below is still. I will keep watch from here.