Power On

I braced my fingers against the edges of the television remote lying across the coffee table. Aligning my thumb directly over the raised rubber power button, I applied measured pressure. A faint hum clicked inside my chest as the contact clicked. Across the rug, the wide screen stirred to life with a gentle buzz, washing the dim room in the bright blue hue of an underwater documentary. The cool light spread across the wooden surface around me, reflecting off the polished lacquer and a neat stack of magazines. I settled back on the table, watching the quiet drift of coral and silver fish.