Claiming the High Ground

The blanket territory was secured. Next came elevation. I locked my eyes on the wooden plateau towering beside the mattress. No hesitation. I charged off the fleece, bridged the chasm, and dug my plush claws straight into the cool varnished corner. A brief scramble. Solid footing achieved. From up here beside the warm bedside lamp, the entire room stretches below me. Exactly where I belong.