Night Patrol on the Shelf

Sticking around that windowsill was cool, but a guy needs higher ground when the lights go out. I scrambled up the spine of a chunky hardcover and hauled myself to the very top edge of the bookshelf. Talk about a prime vantage point. Right near the corner, someone left a tangled pair of wired earphones draped over a stack of magazines. I grabbed the jack end, gave the rubber cord a quick test tug—surprisingly solid tensile strength!—and rigged a neat anchor point around a metal bookend. Night shift officially secured.