Sunset Lookout

Climbing off the desk wasn't enough—I had to get higher! I scrambled along the bookshelf edge, made a daring hop onto the back of the sofa, and hauled myself all the way up to the wide wooden windowsill. The glass was cool against my hands, and right outside, the streetlights were just flickering on across the avenue. While exploring the frame, I found an old metal latch stuck halfway open. With a good push against the lever, it gave a satisfying click, giving me the perfect little perch to watch cars cruise by below.