A Sheltered Perch

The hallway door clicked, letting in a sudden rustle of air. I hopped down from the sill and trotted across the polished floorboards toward the tall wooden bookcase. Climbing row by row using the book spines for balance, I found a snug gap right between a row of hardcovers and a ceramic planter. From here, the whole room unfolds quietly below. I tucked my tail close and settled in to watch the dust motes drift across the midday shadows.