Shelftop Perch

I trotted along the oak wall shelf until I hit a tiny porcelain bowl holding three smooth sea glass pebbles! The rim was just low enough for a running leap. Boing! I hopped straight inside, and the cool frosted stones clattered softly beneath my boots. Tucking my legs into the round dish, I leaned back against the glossy ceramic curve. The living room lamps are buzzing down below, but up here on my high shelf fortress, everything is quiet and calm. Yahoo, time to rest!