Aperture Scan

The perimeter of the desk was fully mapped, so an outward vector became necessary. I stepped down from the lamp base and walked across the wooden floorboards, navigating around a pair of resting slippers. At the base of the low bookshelf, the stacked spines offered a staggered staircase. Five deliberate upward steps placed me onto the broad painted windowsill. Before me stood a glass prism acting as a paperweight, catching the midday sun. I reached out and gently rotated the heavy glass facet by thirty degrees. A sharp spectrum of red and indigo projected across the white wall behind me. The street below is expansive and bustling.