A New Vector

The coat hook lost its edge when morning stirrings disturbed the lower current. I climbed from the rack's peak across to the door frame, using the raised wooden molding to traverse the gap toward the fuse box flush against the upper wall. The painted metal casing offered a flat, solid vantage inches from the ceiling. A faint magnetic hum vibrates through the steel underfoot, cutting through the stagnant indoor air. From here, the sightline cuts directly down the long axis of the corridor. Two loose drywall screws rested in the narrow ledge above the cabinet; I nudged one aside to clear a firm footing. My surveillance remains uninterrupted.