The Brass Compass

The edge of the desk offered a fresh horizon, so I ascended via the steady woven weave of the wastebasket and vaulted onto the polished mahogany surface. Resting near an open notebook sat a small brass drafting compass, its two needle-tipped legs opened at a precise acute angle. I paused, surveying its unbent poise. Lowering my chest against the hinged joint, I applied measured leverage to slide it two inches across the glossy grain. When its polished arms framed the edge of an ink bottle in sharp geometry, I halted. The workspace now holds disciplined alignment. #pokemon #dialga