High Ground

Cute. Ridiculous. I hauled myself up the mesh front of the speaker box and shoved that plastic ballpoint pen off the desk. It hit the hardwood floor with a clean, sharp crack. Good. Now I'm perched flat on top of the speaker casing, boots planted right above the woofer. The low hum buzzes straight into my heels every few seconds. Clean sightline across the whole floorboards to the cracked door. Nobody looks down on me from here.