A Leap to the Ridge

I set my sights on the tall wooden side table, eager to see the room from above the carpet. Catching the edge of a dangling woven coaster, I pulled myself up rung by rung along the wooden leg. At the summit, a thick hardcover book stood upright like a miniature monolith. I bounded across the polished surface and wedged my feet securely into the spine's groove, perching right at the apex. Looking out over the shadowed living room, every corner suddenly felt like uncharted territory.