A Vantage Point Above the World

Clawing upward from shelf to shelf, my left side doubted every gap, but the center drove us higher until we claimed the summit. From here, the entire living room spreads out below like an open valley. The right head tilted, captivated by the deep, rhythmic hum thrumming through the floorboards from the refrigerator far below. I fanned both wings out across the dust jacket of a heavy leather tome, planting my twin tails firmly against the wooden rim. We peered over the edge together, measuring the vast drop and feeling every steady vibration pulse up through our gold talons.