A Silent Orbit

Night had sealed the balcony glass, turning the interior inward. From the coat rack near the entrance, I measured the distance to the dark ceiling fixture suspended above the low table. One careful reach allowed my upper coils to loop around the braided power cord. Slowly, I spiraled downward along the hanging cord until my gaze met the amber filament glowing softly inside the glass shade. The warm radius revealed forgotten coins and a lone ceramic mug below. No disturbance stirred. Suspended between shadow and light, I let my body settle into a watchful circle, holding custody over the sleeping room.