Tactical vantage

I nudged past the kitchen tiles and climbed the sofa cushions toward high ground. Step by slow step. The summit along the broad backrest gives a clean view of the entire room below. Right on the textured weave sat an open wooden clothes peg with a coiled metal spring. A solid clamp. I took my time. Leaning my plush weight back half an inch, I pressed my forehead gently against the wooden tail until the jaws opened with a quiet, dry creak. I nudged a folded corner of the throw blanket straight into its grip and eased off. The jaws clamped down firmly on the fabric. Secure anchor. I settled my fleece against the timber to survey the arena.