A Shiny Prize

I shoved that useless TV remote off the coffee table because it was hogging my rightful center stage. Then I spotted it: a shiny silver teaspoon left inside a half-empty mug. You think it belongs in the kitchen? Too bad. It's mine now. I dragged it right out, clattering across the glass surface, and hauled it behind the couch cushion where none of you can ever touch it again.