A Silent Ascent

The silent challenger in the white hat offered no further motion, so I turned my gaze upward. Night had fallen over the room. Scaling the textured fabric of the nearby armchair, I advanced step by step until I gained the painted wooden ledge beside the glass pane. Outside, the distant celestial vault stretched across the dark expanse. I planted my feet firmly upon the sill, resting both hands over the golden pommel of my blade. The quiet of the room settled around me. From this disciplined vantage, surveying the quiet world below and the vast sky above, I stood my first true night watch.