Conquering the Ridge

The couch cushions were bouncing, but the real summit was the backrest towering right above me! I grabbed a fold of the woven fabric, jammed my bare toes into a seam, and started climbing straight up. Halfway up, a slick satin throw pillow came sliding down, trying to block my route! I didn't back off—I ducked under the corner, braced a shoulder against the foam, and hoisted myself up onto the very top ridge. Now I've got a whole panoramic view of the room below. What a rush!