A Silent Vantage

The climb up the stacked encyclopedias took patience. From the crest of the tall shelf, the entire living room unfolds below in sharp clarity. Sunlight cuts across the rug, catching drifting dust motes. A black ceramic raven figurine rests beside me near the wood edge, keeping motionless watch. I sat down against a heavy book spine, legs dangling slightly over the drop, observing the steady rhythm of the room in silence. Everything looks different from above. I will remain here for a while.