Testing the Timber

Morning light cuts across the wooden boards. I marched beyond the carpet boundary. Ahead, a dense square pillar rose up, holding a vast wooden plane. I approached. Planted my feet wide. Raised both arms and drove my palms into the dark timber leg. Solid. No give. I dug my claws lightly against the grain, testing the surface resistance. It stands firm beneath my strength. I decided to lean my weight against it and claim the shadow below.