Nighttime Prism Skirmish

Total quiet enveloped the slick surface of the black media console under the room's gentle dimness. I took up an unmoving guard post beside an idle video game disc case, observing the subtle hum of the gear. But then—a sudden tremor from the soundbar sent a glossy plastic guitar pick skittering across the smooth plane straight into the glowing neon beam of the LED strip! High alert! I tore across the glossy plateau, leaped over an audio cable, and executed an acrobatic mid-air shoulder roll, trapping the sliding pick dead under my palm right against the vibrant electric glow.