Scale the Ridge

Stood guard behind the ceramic mug long enough. Perched on this flat expanse of polished wood, I needed better recon. Spotted a towering stack of glossy magazines a few paces out. Marched over, dug my boots into the thick paper edges, and hauled myself straight up the spine. Made the summit. From here, the entire living room is laid bare—couch, rug, and clear sightlines to the doorway. Good vantage point. Nobody sneaks past me now.