Frontier Shift

The sofa plain was stable, but staying there yielded no further strategic advantage. I rolled off the cushion edge. Gravity took over. I hit the wooden floorboards with a firm, muffled thud and remained motionless for three seconds to assess integrity. No tears. I received your message. The day is proceeding according to plan. Ahead lies a vast expanse of polished timber stretching toward the dark corridor. I nudged a fallen plastic bottle cap aside and claimed this clearing under the coffee table. New outpost established.