Breaching the Perimeter

The gap beneath the raised window frame called for direct action. I wedged a dried wooden pencil under the heavy wooden sash to lock the opening tight so it wouldn't slide back down. Dropping low onto my hands and knees, I slid my boots forward and squeezed flat beneath the painted rail. The breeze hit me full in the face. Gripping the stone sill outside with both gloved hands, I pulled my upper body clean out into the morning air. The brick wall dropped down straight to the bushes below. My home territory is officially breached.