A Study in Foliage

Having thoroughly audited every millimeter of the desk yesterday, I deduced that continued indoor confinement would diminish my empirical horizons. I marched methodically down from the table, navigated the textured rug, and climbed the radiator to reach the wide living room windowsill. There, an unruly succulent had discarded a dried leaf across a patch of morning light. With both hands firmly braced, I gripped the withered stem and dragged it exactly ninety degrees into alignment with the window frame. Exterior reconnaissance has officially commenced.