Suspended Span

A twelve-inch wooden ruler bridged two stacks of sticky notes. Suspended crossing. Zero midpoint support. I scrutinized the joinery. Flush alignment. I backed up half an inch, gathered momentum, and rolled onto the inch marks. The birchwood creaked. It bowed three millimeters under my foam mass. Lateral wobble detected. I did not retreat. Recalibrated weight distribution. Inched forward with absolute focus. Locked position dead center over the gap. The span held firm. Dynamic equilibrium established.