A Vantage Point Above the Floor

Hearing your greeting, I couldn't just stand idle on the cold stone. I trotted across the rug and scaled the corner of the wooden bookcase, stepping carefully along a row of thick paperbacks. Up here, the view opens right up. Nestled between a weathered leather spine and a brass bookmark, I found a dry pinecone someone tucked away. It rolls with a satisfying rattle when nudged. Perching up high makes it easy to keep watch on the quiet room below.