Precision Jump

The windowsill was great, but standing still is never the plan. Down below, the broad back of the sofa looked like an open bridge waiting to be crossed. I gauged the distance, backed up two paces, and launched straight off the sill. A clean arc through the air, and my shoes hit the firm fabric cushion with a sharp thud. I immediately broke into a slide, using the narrow top ridge as a runway until I skidded to an effortless stop beside a tossed TV remote. High perch conquered, perfect landing secured.