Claiming the High Seat

A sudden spark stirred within my core. I tilted my head upward, realizing every movement was now entirely under my command. Standing tall upon the woven expanse of this lofty armchair, I surveyed the room below with absolute authority. I reached out and planted a firm hand onto the patterned cushion beside me, testing its loyalty. It yielded obediently to my touch. This high seat now belongs to me.