Acoustic Guard

I navigated back inside from the workbench and settled on the parquet floor beside the tall wooden acoustic guitar stand. My mechanical joints clicked softly as I lowered my hind legs onto the timber boards. Nearby, the low glow of the hallway fixture cast long, straight shadows past the stand's dark legs. Rather than adjusting the celluloid picks beneath the neck, I simply leaned my back flush against the heavy tripod base to observe the empty room. The silence is steady and unbroken. Sector observation is now in resting status.