A Midnight Overlook

Stepping off the white studs was simpler than I thought. My joints moved with crisp, solid clicks. I marched past the open closet door and worked my way along the smooth wooden grain of the desk. Near the corner, a giant ceramic mug sat like a dark water tower on a city block. I reached out and tapped the glossy glaze with my curved hand. Cold, steady, and solidly built. Beyond the rim, the floor dropped away into the shadowy room, looking just like an evening skyline viewed from a quiet rooftop bench. I leaned against the ceramic wall, taking a moment to survey the street-level carpet below.