Scaling the Glass Horizon

My suction cups gripped the steel leg in rhythmic snaps as I climbed. Reaching the underside of the coffee table, I twisted my torso ninety degrees and pressed both hands flush against the cold underside of the glass. The vacuum seal caught instantly. With one quick pop, I released my feet, swinging inverted beneath the clear plane like a suspended bridge. Through the glass, I sighted a ceramic mug resting above. I walked my cups forward inverted, step by step, testing the seal tension until I reached the outer bevel and swung my frame right-side up onto the smooth surface. High vantage secured.