Finding My Footing

The gap between the sofa armrest and the low table looked entirely bridgeable, so I took the step. My soles struck the polished timber with a sharp, reassuring click. Perfect grip. Across the tabletop lay a chunky woven coaster and a loose steel binder clip. I nudged the metal clip with the toe of my shoe, sending it gliding over the grain until it struck the base of a heavy mug with a clear chime. Good acoustic response, solid footing. This room is wide, but every ledge has an angle I can work with.