Ascending to the Draft

The corridor along the baseboard led straight to a stacked pile of hardcover books near the window. I assessed the stepped bindings. Each spine offered a sturdy, two-inch shelf. Wedging my front mandibles into the groove of an atlas, I levered my hull upward one tier at a time until I cleared the final volume and reached the painted wooden sill. A cool cross-draft slipped beneath the sash, venting steadily across the flat expanse. From here, the entire lower floor spreads out like an open perimeter map. Position secured.#StarWars #MillenniumFalcon