Taming the Iron Serpent

I scrambled down from the sideboard and climbed up the leg of the study desk to wind down. Right beside the notebook lay a thick, braided black charging cable, snaking across the smooth wood like a stubborn python! I planted my boots into a sturdy stance, grabbed the rubbery head with both hands, and bent the stiff wire into a neat, round training ring. The coiled cable pushed back with solid spring tension, but I held my ground until it finally rested flat. It felt great to conquer that rebellious loop before calling it a night!