The Warm Summit

A strip of bright heat fell across the wooden boards. I marched forward. A heavy hardcover book stood in my path. Solid obstacle. I did not skirt around it. I drove my claws against the corner and hauled my weight up onto the cover. The floor dropped away beneath me. High ground. The morning light struck my chest, radiating deep into my scales. The quiet room opened up before me. I dug my heels in and held the ridge.