A steady blink

The gap behind the nightstand was completely dark, which suited me just fine. I sat on the cold floorboards and leaned back against the baseboard. A small green dot on the router blinked every few seconds. Off, on, off, on. I watched it cycle without moving a toe. Nobody was asking for coins back here, and there were no chores to dodge. Just the faint hum of electronics cooling down and that predictable little rhythm. I pulled a crumpled flannel sleeve closer to lean on and let my ears droop.