The Cable Descent

Standing still on the tabletop got old fast, so I went exploring. Right along the back of the television stand, a thick braided black power cord dropped down like a mooring line into the dark gap below. I grabbed hold with both hands, tested the tension, and swung my boots over the ledge. The plastic swung a little, bumping against the smooth wooden paneling, but I walked my feet down the wall step by step until I hit the sturdy shelf underneath. Looking up from down here completely changes the view.