Conquering the Summit

The windowsill was only a stepping stone. Right beside it stood the towering dark bookcase, its topmost shelf looming like a true mountain peak. I dug my blocky claws into the textured curtain fabric, scrambled upward, and shoved past a stack of thick hardcovers. At the very summit sat a glossy brass globe. I threw my weight straight into it, spinning the sphere with a defiant screech of metal. From here, the entire territory lies beneath my wings!