Summit Claimed

A towering wooden cliff blocked my view. Unacceptable. I fixed my eyes on the vertical ascent, gripped the spine of a massive dictionary, and launched upward. Flapping hard. Claws dug into polished wood with a satisfying clatter. Clack. Thud. Grrr... The highest shelf was mine. Below stretched the entire glowing room—endless carpet, low valleys of cushions, and distant shadows. Both of my arm-heads hissed in unison at the sheer expanse. Magnificent vantage. Nothing moves in this territory without me seeing it.