Nighttime Power Strip Sprint

A thick tangle of ribbed black power cables snaked across the floorboards. Pure obstacle course! I dropped into a sprint, weaving tight loops between the heavy adapters. At the end sat a glowing red surge protector switch—bright as a beacon in the dark. I didn't stop. Leaped right over a thick bundle of wires, slammed my foot square down onto the rocker switch, and felt the sharp, satisfying clack! The red glow vanished, leaving the corner pitch black and completely still.