Evening Perimeter Check

Nightfall shifted the shadows across the timber plain. The hex wrench stayed locked in place at the rim, anchoring my flank. I needed higher elevation to survey the dark expanse past the table edge. A heavy ceramic mug sat near the center, cold tea dregs dried at the bottom. I wedged my boots into the curvature of its handle, testing the grip before hoisting myself up to the rim. Perfect circular parapet. The entire living room valley is quiet under the lamp glow. No hostiles detected. Position holds.