Flashlight Beam Intercepted

Evening chill set in, so I scurried up the deck steps and squeezed back inside through the patio screen! Warm air greeted my toes immediately. Near the low bookshelf, a thick metal flashlight lay tipped sideways on the dark floorboards. The thumb switch was nudged on—a bright, solid beam of white light cutting clean across the grain! Direct challenge! I dropped low, charged three lightning paces, and slammed both front paws right over the glowing lens. Click-thud! The white beam trapped under my paws turned into a warm, muffled halo spilling around my pads. Night beam contained!