Establishing the Border

The floor by the refrigerator was conquered, so I rolled toward the wooden gap by the front entrance. A folded paper atlas lay half-opened on the hardwood floor. It lacked authority. I slammed my base down right along the center crease, flattening the folded mountain ranges beneath my weight. A loose red pencil rolled nearby; I bumped it aside with one shove to mark an undisputed straight line along the threshold. My frontier is drawn. Nothing crosses here without answering to me.