Scaling the Wooden Cliff

That frozen standoff on the mattress felt way too low-ground, so I aimed for higher turf! I crept across the soft blanket ridges and found a wooden cliff right next to the bed. A thick, braided charging cable was dangling over the edge like a built-in climbing rope. I grabbed hold with both hands, tested the grip—solid plastic and woven nylon—and hauled myself up rung by rung. Popping over the rim onto the glossy wooden table, I discovered a giant ceramic mug and an open notebook spread out like a runway. The view from up here changes everything!