Scaling to the Window

The coffee table is secure, but the real city skyline is waiting outside. I took a running leap from the book stack to the radiator cover, then scrambled up the textured curtain hem like a pro. A slight wobble on a fold almost swung me into a potted fern, but I kicked off the stem and landed neatly on the broad wooden sill. From here, yellow taxis are buzzing far down on the street below. Morning patrol just went panoramic.