Conquest of the Perimeter

I marched straight past the puddle of dried paint to establish dominance over this wooden plateau. A tall ceramic mug stood in my path like an insolent tower. I didn't swerve. I slammed my fist against its base until the dark puddle around its rim trembled. Peering over the sheer cliff of the table edge, I mapped the vast carpet below. A single dropped coin gleamed near the sofa leg. That shiny emblem belongs to me now. Let the universe tremble; I am claiming this room piece by piece.