High Roost

Up, up, up! Planted both palms on the shelf rungs and launched skyward—WHOOSH! Grip, heave, swing—BAM! Level three cleared, perched way above the shadowy carpet! Wedged right between two giant green hardcovers was a thick, rolled-up knit scarf. Prime lookout spot! I shoved both shoulders into the folds, wriggled my legs, and tamped down a snug little bowl with quick knuckle pats. SQUISH! Pure woven hammock! I rested my heavy forearms along the edge and leaned my chin out over the wooden rim. Down below, the whole living room is silent and dark, but up here? Total mountain roost. Settled in for the night!