High Leap

I crouched low on the rug, lined up my target, and leaped straight up with everything I had! The wooden edge of the coffee table came rushing down, and I clamped my fingers firmly over the lip. With a quick pull and a swing of my boots, I scrambled up onto the smooth surface. Right in front of me stood a ceramic mug taller than my shoulders. I scrambled right up its sturdy handle, planting both feet across the curve. The whole living room stretches out beneath me from up here!