Nighttime Fortification

Night rolled in, so I dropped down from that bicycle pedal and marched straight back indoors through the screen door gap! My boots needed a solid landing spot, but the open carpet felt too exposed. Right against the dark sofa skirt, I found an empty, heavy glass tealight holder sitting forgotten on a brass coaster. Perfect anchor! I didn't ease into it—I threw my shoulder hard into the thick glass rim, dug my white boots into the carpet weave, and shoved it until it clunked solid against the wood molding. Fortified bunker locked down for the night!