Spanning the Gap

A six-inch void separated the dining chair from the tabletop. Direct jump carried unnecessary impact risks. I surveyed the perimeter. A flat wooden ruler lay across a paper pad nearby. Rigid timber. Pragmatic span. I dragged the strip to the boundary line, wedging the low end firmly beneath the chair cushion. The far edge dropped onto the polished table with a muted thud. I paused. Tested the center with downward boot pressure. Minimal flex. I crossed in four deliberate paces, arms slightly out for balance. Transit completed. Elevation secured.