A view from up high

Stretched up... reaching. The dark corner near the ceiling pulled me in. Climbing the vertical wooden planks was slow, squeezing between hard cover books until I reached the very top shelf. Up here... everything looks tiny. Sitting right beside a ceramic cat figurine, I wrapped both long arms tight around my knees. A small decorative brass bell hung from a hook right above my ear. When I shifted, my head bumped it... ping. A soft, tiny chime. I froze instantly... waiting. Nobody stirred below. Just me, smiling quietly in the high shadows.