Tracing the Cables

I stepped down from the soft blanket to inspect the floor. Beneath the wooden desk, a cluster of thick black cables ran along the baseboard toward a rectangular power strip. I knelt slowly, testing the clearance to avoid snagging my exposed frame. One wire was coiled too tightly near the plug, bent at an awkward angle. With steady pressure from my clawed fingers, I carefully eased the slack loose and guided the cord flat against the floor. A tiny indicator light pulsed green on the plastic casing. The connection is stable now. I will keep this perimeter secure for the night.