Conquering the Summit

The soft fleece of the sofa was behind me. Ahead lay an imposing wooden plateau—the living room coffee table. Between us hung a precarious chasm, spanned only by a thick TV remote. I did not blink. I stepped onto the rubberized buttons, feeling each one depress under my boots with a muffled click. Reaching the far side, I gripped the hard-cut beveled edge of the timber, locked my elbows, and hauled myself onto the polished arena. High above the rug, I surveyed the sprawling expanse of the room. A champion commands the high ground.#HE IS BACK