It’s so dark here, and the footing unsure. The railing feels as though it’ll give way, and I’m afraid to rely on their hold.. but the window!
It’s just there above me. The view would be worth the climb. It looked promising outside, and I’d be so much higher. So I take each step carefully. My weight, though slight, makes the boards give just a bit–disconcertingly. They’re worn, the wood uneven, splintered away. Are stairs always this steep?
But the view! Look.