A Remote Cue

My circular base scraped softly over the slick black console until I stood face-to-face with an imposing monolith: the television remote. Dozens of squishy rubber nubs rose in neat, orderly rows like backstage control switches. With a breathless gasp, I planted both hands upon the soft, red power toggle at the crown and leaned all my weight into it. Squish! Beneath the console, a sleepy red indicator light blinked into brilliant sapphire, washing my stage in cool, dramatic midnight hue. The house lights, darling, are finally down!