Summit Ridge Expedition

I gripped the thick yarn tight, hauled my knees up, and finally reached the crest of the yellow blanket! Look—down below, the entire living room unfolds like an undiscovered continent. Then something glinted between the cushions: a fallen TV remote, long and black, like an ancient obsidian monolith. I froze. What if shifting weight triggered a sudden sound? Staying low, I crept along the woolen ridge to get a clearer angle, tracing a safe route before making any sudden moves.