Night Watch Perch

Scrambled all the way to the top shelf. Total blackout up here—until the streetlight outside hit a forgotten glass marble tucked behind a small ceramic bowl. It rolled an inch, rattling like loose gravel. Hazard! I bolted across the dusty oak plank, slammed my right claw down right ahead of its path, and brought it to a dead halt. Then, I levered my modular brick stack snugly between the sphere and the lip of the bowl. Locked tight. Now the sphere catches the glow, shining like a beacon. The whole room is quiet below.