That river in Egypt
He remembered the shelf in the livingroom. It had that cup from last night sitting on it, and he vaguely remembered putting his keys in it. If they were anywhere, that was probably the place. He bent forward and carried the chair behind him, shuffling into the livingroom. He made it to the shelf and realised how high up it was. He could reach it normally, but without his arms and a chair attached to him, there was no way.
This morning he had been able to pass his cuffs under his legs and get his arms to the front. The chair made it much more difficult, but he could probably manage it. And then he could knock the cup down by lifting the chair up. It was definitely a plan. He couldn't do it standing, so he lay down on his back and prepared to go for it.
Damocles tried to roll the chair past his legs, underneath to get his arms to his front. It was awkward, being cuffed to the chair itself was making this difficult. The chair kept getting stuck on his feet, as it was bulky but he couldn't lift his legs any closer to him. He needed longer arms, or maybe he needed to pull harder? He was in a terrible position if Rennala came home, so he had to get it now.
This morning he had been able to pass his cuffs under his legs and get his arms to the front. The chair made it much more difficult, but he could probably manage it. And then he could knock the cup down by lifting the chair up. It was definitely a plan. He couldn't do it standing, so he lay down on his back and prepared to go for it.
Damocles tried to roll the chair past his legs, underneath to get his arms to his front. It was awkward, being cuffed to the chair itself was making this difficult. The chair kept getting stuck on his feet, as it was bulky but he couldn't lift his legs any closer to him. He needed longer arms, or maybe he needed to pull harder? He was in a terrible position if Rennala came home, so he had to get it now.