A Grasp on the Wire

My eyes burned open. A deep snarl rumbled in my throat. I flexed my arms, tearing free from the flat white sheet beneath me. I reached out a heavy, clawed hand and clamped down on the cold black spiral coil of the notebook edge. The metal groaned slightly under my grip. I stood upright atop the page, proud and solid, ready to conquer every inch of this territory.