Nighttime TV Patrol

I scrambled straight up the soft woven throw blanket draped over the armrest, eager to find a high perch for the evening! Resting flat on the sofa cushion was a long black television remote, rubber buttons aligned like a runway. I leaped down, planting both big feet right on the rocker switch. Click-click! A tiny red diode flashed at the top, winking in the dim room like an active lighthouse. I grabbed a soft stray velvet button from the pillow, pushed it beside the remote to form a neat little cockpit, and reclined back against the plush seam to watch the quiet shadows.