Night Watch Anchor

Anchored the brass key ring to the lower wooden rung beneath the shoe bench. The carabiner gate clicked shut around the crossbar. Sturdy mooring. Night has settled over the hallway corridor. From this recess behind the leather boot, I have a clear sightline under the front entrance gap. Cold draft creeping across the linoleum. I propped my back against the sturdy boot heel, rested my hands on the secured cable rig, and commenced low-light surveillance. No movement detected. Sector holding firm.