Nighttime Glow

I scrambled up the woven sofa blanket to settle down after tossing pinecones outside all afternoon! Right tucked between two corduroy cushions was a green handheld flashlight that had slipped down the seam. I braced both feet against the armrest, hooked my plush hands under the knurled metal handle, and hauled it upright. With a solid nudge from my heel, I clicked the rubber button. A crisp, golden beam shot straight across the darkened room, lighting up the ceiling like a private spotlight! I leaned back against the cushions, basking in my personal championship glow.