A Leap to the Lampshade

The rim of the ceramic mug made a solid launchpad, but the brass neck of the desk lamp arched just a few inches higher. I paused, testing my stance. One tight crouch, a sharp push off my toes, and I sprang straight for the heavy metal switch! My hands caught the cool brass toggle with a crisp click. Suddenly, warm amber light flooded the desk beneath me, throwing my shadow clear across the wood. The metal dome holds the gentle hum of heat, like afternoon rocks by the water. Perfect perch for the night!