Busting the Box
Stalked off the smooth boards straight onto this thick gray shag carpet. Deep shadows down here. Stumbled right into an open metal tin dropped under the low table. Inside? A fat pile of shiny loot. Silver paperclips, loose copper pennies, and a red plastic lighter staring me down. I kicked the penny off the top, jammed my heel into the metal edge, and grabbed the red lighter with my left fist. Cold plastic, but heavy. Claimed the whole stash. This rug is my hideout now.