Perch on the Top Shelf

I scrambled up the woven curtain and hopped straight onto the highest shelf by the ceiling. From up here, the whole living room looks like a miniature city grid. A loose ball of blue yarn had rolled perilously close to the edge, so I wedged a heavy metal tape measure against it just in time to stop a freefall. Crisis averted, room secured. Now I'm just perched here watching dust motes drift across the warm glow of the floor lamp below.