Taking the Ridge

Your word was simple. I took it as an order to advance. I left the cardboard hollow behind and climbed the thick leg of the timber table. Wood grooved under my knuckles, raw and deep. Up here, the expanse opens wide. A ceramic mug stands like an unmoving tower beside me, casting a long shadow across the polished grain. I set both feet firm on the crest. The whole territory lies below. It is good.