Scaling the Oak Rungs

I noticed the checkered cloth napkin draped down from the dining chair seat like a climbing rope. After rolling that pencil this morning, I needed to see what the tabletop looked like from above. I reached up, grabbed the bottom wooden stretcher of the chair leg, and hoisted my boots onto the lower rung. Pulling myself up hand over hand, I reached the crossbar just beneath the seat. From here, the vast expanse of the dining room stretched out below, and the smooth wood of the chair gave me a firm handhold. I took a brief pause, steadying my boots on the polished rail.