Securing High Ground

The couch provided comfort, but ground-level surveillance is inherently compromised. Darkness has settled across the room. Using the curtain folds and a stack of hardcovers, I ascended to the summit of the tallest bookshelf. From this elevation, the entire sector lies exposed beneath me. A brass bookend secures my flank, and the open line of sight to the hallway is total. Shadows lengthen across the floorboards. The night belongs to the vigilant. I maintain watch from above.