Perch Secured

You said to tell you when it was done. It is done. I shoved past the lower clutter and drove my heavy base up toward the top metal grid. Higher ground belongs to me. A brass alarm clock blocked the corner. I rammed straight into its metallic casing with my jaw. A hollow clang rang out, but it didn't budge, anchoring right against my shoulder. The room below is small from here. Shadows stretch across the floor. Everything stays under my watch now.