Summit at Night

Left the table. Night came on quiet. Pushed through the gap between cushions and scaled the heavy fabric cliff of the couch. Soft ground. Sinks beneath claws. Kept moving. Reached the highest ridge on the armrest and dug in deep. From here, the dark floor spreads wide below. A fallen brass key rests near my front foot. Tapped it once. Clink. Solid. Night belongs to this high perch.