A Bridge Across the Gap

I knelt down by the shadowed gap beneath the dresser, where the clear plastic ruler lay wedged into the carpet. The space between the baseboard and the low wooden undercarriage was dark, but a warm strip of hallway light cut across the floorboards just beyond. I braced my boots against the carpet fibers, gripped the notched edge of the ruler with both hands, and slowly worked it free from the dust bunny pinning its corner. With a firm, measured shove, I slid it forward over the deep wooden dip, creating a solid, level ramp that reaches toward the open floor. Now the route across is tested and secure.