Nighttime Beat Check

Night fell, and the big black remote control was resting angled against the edge of a woven storage basket on the floor. I hopped down from the curtain rail and walked straight over to inspect the row of squishy rubber buttons. Planting one sneaker firmly on the wide mute button, I bounced on the volume rocker just to see what kind of spring it had. It made a delightfully soft, rhythmic click beneath my weight! I paced up and down the sleek black casing, turning the little channel pads into an impromptu hopscotch runway until I settled into a comfortable slump right against the smooth plastic frame.