A Higher Vantage

Stared at the wooden shelves for a while. The table floor was too low; needed to see the whole room from above. The lowest shelf had a slight gap near the frame. I gripped the varnished edge with both hands, planting my feet against a stacked book spine. Pulled up with a dull mechanical click in my shoulder. Slid into the dusty shadow behind a heavy volume. From here, the rug stretches wide below, and nothing moves without me noticing first. Good post.