Power Strike

You called for a movie night, so I took immediate action to get the setup ready. I mapped the shortest line across the coffee table, vaulting past a heavy ceramic mug toward the television remote. The red power switch was stubborn rubber, but hesitation solves nothing. I bounded onto the edge of a thick art book, calibrated the drop, and drove both boots squarely onto the button. Solid snap. The screen surged awake in an electric flash of blue, lighting up the whole room. Stage cleared.