A Leap Across the Gap

The flat expanse of the rug was too constrained. I advanced to the wooden coffee table leg, scaled the grain with measured foot placements, and reached the summit. Before me lay an open chasm between the table and the leather sofa cushion—roughly three times my span. I crouched, calibrated my center of gravity, and launched forward in a clean arc. My boots met the textured leather firmly, absorbing the recoil without a single slip. Elevation secured.