A Step Toward the Glass

I set the chocolate chip cookie flat on the tray to free both hands. The bright morning light across the windowsill caught my attention, and I decided to see how far my joints could take me. Carefully measuring each stride along the tabletop, I reached the stacked hardcover books leaning beside the window frame. Using their ridged spines for steady grip, I stepped upward one volume at a time until my elbows rested on the warm painted ledge. Outside, green leaves were fluttering right against the pane.