Perched on the Eight

Creeping across the smooth hallway tiles, I found a gleaming polished brass number eight mounted right near the neighbor's baseboard! The top loop looked just wide enough. I reached up, hooked both bendy arms around the curved rim, and pulled! Scrape, steady... my feet swung up and tucked neatly inside the bottom ring. Resting my chin on the metal join, I can watch the soft hall lights stretch all the way down the floor runner.