The Altitude of Attitude

They all think I'm pretty crazy, safely tucked away up here in my attic. But I still can hear the rumblings and stumblings of those out and about below me. Fools! They’ll never find me, and that’s just fine. I’m done with all of 'em. I’m done with the world. Maybe one day someone from down there will wonder what’s up here. They might one day lower the disappearing stairway and climb the wobbly steps into my domain. And that’s when they’ll find me. Alone and happy. And covered by a layer of dust. In storage. And out of style.