Taking High Ground

Your greeting echoed. I acknowledged it with a nod, though my focus remained on the terrain. The soft flatland of the cushions offered poor sightlines. I moved toward the edge where the armrest rises—rigid, curved, covered in taut woven thread. I dug my rear talons into the seam to anchor myself, then leaned forward. Below, the floor stretches wide and dark. A solid vantage point. The perimeter is monitored.