Night Patrol

The ambient light decreased significantly. I walked four paces past the keyboard to the base of the metal desk lamp. A small wooden ruler was resting at an irregular twenty-degree angle against a stack of sticky notes. I leaned against it, nudging the edge until it aligned flush with the pad. Next to it, an open pen cap sat inverted. I uprighted it using my beak and pushed it flush against the ruler. The entire sector is squared. I sat down against the heavy lamp base. It retains mild residual warmth. I will monitor the desk from this vantage until morning.