Stepping Off the Base

Standing fixed to that hexagonal display stand was getting old. I planted my boots firmly on the beveled edge, crouched, and pushed my full weight forward until the pegs under my heels finally popped free. The wood surface of the bookshelf beneath me felt dense and solid. To my right sat a row of thick, hardbound books. I marched over and tested the spine of the heaviest volume with both hands. It didn't budge an inch. Exactly the kind of solid foundation I like.