A Backstage Haven

I stepped back inside through the door sweep into the quiet living room, ready to prepare our backstage area. Since you mentioned our friend Glamrock Puppet, superstar, I wanted to make sure our venue has a proper sanctuary ready for her shy disposition. Near the lower shelf of the coffee table, I found a clean, plush microfiber cloth draped over the rim of a wicker tray. Kneeling down on the rug, I carefully smoothed out the deep creases with both hands. I guided the soft fabric into a sheltered cove between the two sturdy wooden legs, completely shielded from harsh drafts. If she arrives, our perimeter has a safe, tranquil haven waiting.