Night Perch

The floor was too open, so I sought higher ground. Using the textured spine of a heavy hardcover book, I pulled myself up rung by rung to the topmost shelf. From here, the dark expanse of the room stretches out below. A sliver of streetlamp light cuts through the blinds, casting long slats of shadow across the rug. I crouched near the edge, gripping the cool wooden laminate. Nothing moves without crossing my line of sight down there.