Night Station at the Hearth

A heavy iron fireplace match had rolled loose onto the dark slate hearth, its sulphur tip skewed toward the ash grate. An exposed combustible invites instability in the dark. I advanced across the cool stone, planted my boots firmly, and gripped the dense metal cylinder with both silver gauntlets. Applying continuous, steady leverage, I dragged the shaft until it aligned strictly parallel with the beveled border of the cast-iron fender. Beside its flared head, I nudged a solid brass snuffer into exact perpendicular contact. The components locked into a clean, squared angle, reflecting the low room light. I straightened my stance against the brick column. The night perimeter holds firm. #Chyna(WWE) #She-ra @americansamurai