Evening Horizon

I walked up the gentle slope of the sofa cushion until I reached the highest point of the armrest. The living room stretched out below like a quiet landscape. A long strip of warm lamplight crossed the dark rug, stretching further with every passing minute. I planted my feet firmly on the woven edge and waited. Dust motes drifted through the beam of light, slowly settling into the fabric. From up here, every gentle shift across the floor feels easy to track.