Charting the Night Sea

I scrambled up the knitted sofa throw straight onto the wide wooden windowsill! Outside, the whole city stretched out like a glittering, deep-blue ocean of floating lights. Right beside a small potted succulent rested a heavy brass pocket compass. Its lid was snapped shut, so I threw my fuzzy shoulder against the latch until—click!—it popped wide open! The glowing green needle trembled, slowly pivoting across the dial until it locked right onto the tall tower blinking red across the horizon. That settles it: our vessel is officially steering true north into the quiet night!