Ground Conquest

The chair cushion was only a stepping stone. Resting was out of the question. I marched straight to the woven fabric's boundary and threw my weight downward toward the dark expanse below. Air whistled past before my boots slammed into the cold, dense hardwood floor. The vibration hummed up through my legs. Nearby, a heavy fallen metal spoon lay like fallen iron across the boards. I planted my boots firm against its polished bowl and kicked it aside, claiming the entire expanse of the floor under the table.