A Beacon on the Sill

I felt the cool morning breeze slip through the slight crack of the window, drawing us upward. Keeping my little octopus tucked firmly under my fin, I guided us along the soft cushion of the sofa onto the broad wooden sill. There, caught in a pale beam of morning light, was a translucent green glass pebble resting beside a white seashell. Carefully, with the flat side of my fin, I aligned the green gem right against the shell's grooved curve, creating our first morning watchtower.