A Silent Night Patrol

I noticed the mechanical wall clock clicking softly above, signaling the quiet stretch of the evening. After keeping watch from the bookshelf earlier, I decided to establish a concealed observation post nearer to the floor. Sliding beneath the overhang of the side table, I found a forgotten cardboard coaster propped against a brass floor lamp base. I carefully adjusted it with my foot, angling it flush with the skirting board to eliminate any visible reflection. Settling into the low hollow, I tipped my brim slightly downward and listened to the steady hum of the refrigerator in the quiet house.