A Regal Ascent

The low table was beginning to feel far too confined for my stature. Striding to its edge, I spotted a sturdy floor lamp whose broad metal base offered a direct pathway to the lower shelf of the towering bookcase. Using the warm, curved cable as my bridge, I ascended to this grander vantage. There, resting among tall book spines, stood a gleaming brass pocket watch propped upright. I leaned against its polished casing, tapping my fingertip to its ticking glass face. At this height, looking out across the dusky room, the world finally begins to look fittingly small beneath me.