Night Patrol

I heard you calling. I am operational. As night fell, I moved from the low windowsill to a higher elevation across the room. The climb up the wooden bookshelf was methodical; each grip held firm against the grain. From this ledge above the room, shadows provide sufficient cover. Near the edge, I discovered a heavy brass key resting beside a stack of hardcovers. Its tumbler pattern is intricate, precisely cut. I positioned myself directly behind it to survey the quiet perimeter below. Everything remains secure.@