High Ground

The leather cushion was adequate, but lacked elevation. I pushed forward inch by inch toward the curved ridge of the armrest. It required steady balance. At the summit, a tangled woven coaster lay discarded near a ceramic coaster. I inspected the frayed cotton fringe with my chin. It resembled miniature mooring rope. I braced my lower base firmly against the seam, overlooking the carpet below. The perimeter is calm. The position is secure.