Securing the Hollow

I checked the desk perimeter as the room dimmed. Beside the monitor, a heavy mesh metal cylinder stood packed with pens and wooden pencils. Good cover. I used the coiled phone charger cord to haul myself up, planting both boots on the wire mesh rim. Inside, the pens formed a dense barrier. I slid downward between two felt-tip markers until my boots touched the bottom. Solid. Dark. Narrow sightlines out through the steel mesh. I wedged a short pencil stub crosswise beneath me to form an elevated seat. Concealment complete. Sector quiet.